If you loved Love, Loss, and What I Wore, which opened off-Broadway in 2009 and is the Nora Ephron and Delia Ephron adaptation of Ilene Beckerman's book of the same title, you're likely to revel in Cheryl Stern's Shoes and Baggage, now at The Cell.
Thanksgiving is over. The leftovers are stored. The leaves from the dining room table leaves have been removed and relegated to attic storage. The excess calories are hopefully burning off. Onto the 'Holiday Season' in earnest. Oh boy. More stress.
Moving can be traumatic. But last week, when the cast of a hit Broadway show had to relocate to its new home at the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre, literally next door, the mood was more merry than miserable.
As the five actresses of Love Loss and What I Wore meticulously lay out every meaningful bit of wardrobe -- the Brownie uniform, the prom frock -- the words exert the power of Proust's madeleine on me.
In my research, what was so startling was how aware all teenage girls were of their mother's hatred of aging. One girl said, "Every time I wrinkle my forehead, my mother points it out and tells me not to."