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When I went to interview Ira Neimark, the sight of that first floor filled me with fear. It also gave me the biggest rush of my life. I wanted to be one of those lithe society swans, drifting around in Yves St. The reality was I was an ink-stained wretch. Fast forward twenty-four years. I still don't really shop at Bergdorf's and I still really want to. A Life in Style with a Twist came out, I ordered a copy for my mother and downloaded one for myself. It turned out that Betty's mother had owned a bookstore and Betty had grown up with writers.

Her parents had had a busy social life and she had spent time in the kitchen with the staff so from an early age, had developed a deep love of food. Her book includes these mouth-watering gems: There was always bread on the table, homemade yeast rolls accompanied by butter balls rolled to the right consistency with wooden paddles and topped grandly with a piece of parsley. To round it off, dessert. Profiteroles with custard, rhubarb and strawberry pies, baked apples with sour cream, homemade cookies-- Linzer cookies, sandies, butter cookies-- really anything as long as it wasn't store-bought. I was dying to meet Betty. Then my friend Suzanne Turner offered to introduce us.

Suzanne is a personal shopper at Bergdorf's. We met on a biking trip to Yosemite and she had sold me dresses for both my sons' bar mitzvahs. Suzanne is chic, intelligent and extremely efficient; we found everything in under two hours. Still, when my book came out, Suzanne bought several copies to give to her clients. One day, she emailed and said she had given a copy to Betty Halbreich. Did I want to meet Betty for drinks? Did I want to meet Betty?!

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On a cold, grey November night, a week pantyhode the wretched Paris attacks, I slid into a pair of black pants and a black velvet top, hopped on the train into Manhattan, took subway to 5th Avenue and walked into Bergdorf's. We met Betty in her office overlooking Central Park. I was started by how beautiful she was in person. Betty took my hand as Suzanne pointed to a painting on the wall.

Then, she admitted she had never watched "Girls" and didn't have HBO. The apntyhose d' asked us if we wanted black linen napkins because the white napkins would leave lint on our black pants. Then she pointed out that the restaurant was using very expensive glass tumblers because the store couldn't sell them. Betty asked if there were any sandwiches left over from lunch. Maybe he said, but they might be stale. He turned to me, "You have such a pretty face. Behind Betty's shoulders, the dark night glowed with the city's lights. Gold sunburst light fixtures shone down from the ceiling.

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Gold sconces, bleached white wood floors, and leather dining chairs with discreet "BG's" monogrammed onto them made the restaurant feel like an an elegant fin de siecle salon. Everyone looked happy, even the little girl sitting next to us, who had every right to be cranky at this hour. Nearby women leaned into each other, laughing in their deep "whisper" chairs. The room was peaceful, gilded and serene. The room, the view, the company!

Once our wine paiirs, I was downright giddy. Betty ordered vodka and deviled eggs, I wanted to talk about what designers she liked. I asked about her childhood and she spoke freely of its privileges and limitations: She made me terrified of not living with her. My parents made me very dependent on them.


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