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"Where the fuck have you been?" - Niles and C.C.

Here you are, my friend. Sorry this took so long, my days in the US are numbered (I fly home tomorrow) and this weekend as such has been very busy for me. Enjoy.

@holomoriarty and @missbabcocks1

Niles was running. He couldn’t believe this had happened! Well, he should have guessed, if he was honest, because nothing ever went straightforwardly when it came to being in the vicinity of the Sheffields. He was just thanking his lucky stars that an elevator hadn’t been involved this time.This time, it had been a cab. A cab carrying his heavily pregnant wife and Mrs Sheffield from the downtown area back to the house, after a shopping trip in preparation for the new arrival.The arrival which had been a little more imminent than the doctors had predicted, it seemed.He himself had been out running errands, when Fran had made a call from the cab to her husband; Maxwell then asked why she hadn’t phoned Niles first, and only then did she hang up to call the butler. Who had then received the message that the cab was being redirected to the hospital, as well as a muffled earful from his wife.He had immediately rushed off, but been caught in traffic because of an accident up ahead. As the hours crawled by, he could only think of his wife, lying there in agony as she gave birth to his child, and he wasn’t there to hold her hand through it!Granted, it meant he wasn’t being yelled at or threatened, either, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out on something there, too. It was all part of the experience that went with watching the woman he loved bring his child into the world, and holding her through it. He wanted to be connected to the moment, through the good and the bad. That was why he was running. He had eventually made it to the hospital and parked the car, and had hurried as fast as his already tired body and the heat of the day would carry him. He burst through the front doors, demanding to know where his wife was, and was eventually directed to her room. The pained cries could be heard from down the corridor, and he greeted an anxious Maxwell, who waited outside.“There you are, Old Man!” he grasped his friend’s hand firmly. “Fran had to go home to be with the children. We were worried you’d never make it in time!”“I very nearly didn’t,” Niles replied, looking anxiously over towards the room. “How long has she been in there?”“Get your useless ass in here and you’ll find out!” screamed a voice from the other side of the door.Niles sighed, smiling as he turned for the room, “I suppose that’s my cue.”Maxwell nodded, and patted his shoulder, “Indeed it is. Good luck.”With one last nod to his employer, he rushed into the room, to immediately be stuck with a glare from his wife, combined with a strange kind of growling which he supposed showed both her pain and her rage at the current moment.“Where the fuck have you been?!” she demanded, clutching at the bedsheets as the doctor took another look to see the baby’s progress.He went to her side, and grasped for her hand, “I am so sorry, sweetheart. I got here as fast as I could, but the traf-agghh!”His explanation was cut off as C.C. put a vice-like grip on his hand, bearing the pain of another contraction. As she came out of it, she released a breath, trying to keep it steady, “You were saying?”Niles shook his head, and seated himself behind her as best he could so he could hold her, not letting go of her hand for an instant.“It doesn’t matter,” he said. It truly didn’t. All that mattered was that he was right there, right then.“Alright, Mrs Brightmore, in a few seconds you’re going to start feeling an overwhelming need to push,” the doctor called from down the end of the bed as she inspected the patient once more, a little while after Niles had settled himself. “So, when I count to three, you-”“Way ahead of you, Doc!” C.C. cried out as the urge hit her full-force, and she held onto her husband tightly.He held her back through it, murmuring words of comfort as best he could.“Nearly there, sweetheart, nearly there,” he wished he could make that promise, but in all honesty, he had no clue. “You’re doing brilliantly…”“Yeah, no thanks to you,” she spat back, groaning again as another urge to push hit. She pushed her head back against his shoulder, and he could see a few tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. “It hurts so much, Niles…”“I know, I know,” he kissed the side of her head and hugged her, knowing that he could only ever have a vague inkling of what she was feeling, but determined to let her get out all of the things she was keeping inside. “But it will be over soon, I promise. And think about our little one, C.C.. Our very own little baby to hold and adore, right here, very soon…! You just have to keep going!”She nodded, bracing herself for another push, “Oh, I will. And then when I’m well enough, I’m taking a very important part of your anatomy and mailing it to Texas!”Well, he himself had wanted the abuse as well as the joy of the actual birth. It was all part of the process, and he had to let her let out her frustrations.He hoped she didn’t mean it, anyway. The anger in her voice fell away after several more rounds of letting everything out, and was then replaced with pain again.“I was so scared, Niles,” she finally admitted. “I thought something had happened, and the contractions hurt so much, it confused me and made me panic…”He felt a jolt of pain at that, thinking that she had been here all by herself practically, wondering where the heck he had gotten to. Los Angeles was a huge city, and crossing it to get to her could have been dangerous for him. She must have been thinking something terrible, which would only be magnified by the fear of going into labour, and that wounded him.He had a family to protect. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t going anywhere.“I’m right here,” he reassured, giving her hand a squeeze. “And I’m not planning on being anywhere else my whole life. I promise.”“Okay, Mrs Brightmore, you’re crowning!” the doctor called out. “Mr Brightmore, do you want to come down here and watch?”And suddenly he was torn. Of course he wanted to see their child actually being brought into the world, but what if C.C. needed him right where he was? He couldn’t just get up and go down there if she needed him to hold her hand or wipe at her forehead-“Oh, for Pete’s sake, get down there!” she ordered, interrupting his thoughts. “Our child is going to need you just as much as I am!”He did as he was told. Giving her one more kiss on the cheek, he rose and went to the point where the doctor was.And he saw it – his child’s head, coming through into the light! Through the blood and the fluid, he thought he could see the start of a head of hair, too – and a cute little nose, and perfectly round little cheeks…His eyes widened, “This is incredible! C.C., our baby…our baby is coming right now!”“You don’t have to tell me!” she screamed as she prepared to push out the shoulders.“It’s alright, Mrs Brightmore, the head is the hardest part,” the doctor was calm about all of it. “Just a few more pushes, and it will all be over!”All over. Just like he had said it would be. Of course, that was probably hours ago at this stage, but his mind had been racing and made everything seem quicker.“A few more pushes,” she echoed. “Just a few more pushes…”And it seemed the doctor was right. Soon enough, the little body came sliding out, and the room was filled with forceful wails from the latest addition to the Brightmore family. C.C. collapsed back against her pillows, allowing herself to rest after the exhausting effort.While the baby was taken to be weighed and cleaned, Niles went back to her, a grin spreading itself across his face. He seated himself by her side, and kissed her on the head.“You were wonderful,” he murmured the words against her skin, and he felt her chuckle lightly in response.“Even though I threatened to post your junk to another state?”He moved his lips down to her ear and kissed it, “You know you’d miss it far too much.”She angled her head to look at him, and smirked, “Someone thinks highly of himself. There are other things in this world I can entertain myself with, you know.”Niles gave a half-smirk in return, nodding in the direction of the nurse who was bringing them a small, perfectly wrapped bundle, “Yes, but none of them can give you this.”He stood up, and held out his arms to receive the tiny, slightly squirming thing.“Here’s your daughter, Mr Brightmore,” the nurse said cheerfully. “Congratulations.”Their daughter. Right there, in his arms. It made all the chaos of getting there seem so very much worth it.Thanking the nurse, he returned to sit by his wife, and they held the little one together, each using one arm to support her. “She’s beautiful,” C.C. seemed completely and utterly in awe of the baby she was now holding, and Niles couldn’t help but agree that that was how she should be.Their little girl was perfect.“Yes, she is,” he replied, using his free arm to wrap it around his wife’s back. “Just like her mother.”C.C. smiled at him, and then down at the baby, “And she hates to be late, it seems, if today was anything to go by.”As she looked back up at Niles, her smirk was back again.“So she doesn’t take after her Daddy in that regard, either.”Niles pretended to look unimpressed, “Ha ha. I’m allowing you that one, because you just gave birth.”“And because you love me, and know I’m right,” C.C. rested herself more against him, once more turning to look adoringly at the baby. Niles feigned a huff, “Maybe you are right. Maybe.”“Oh, I am,” C.C. nodded. “And there’s not a single thing you can do about it, mister.”Niles flashed her his lopsided grin, “And I am glad of that.”He truly was. From starting off enemies, to ending up married, he was glad that this was their life from now on. Raising their baby, and any more that they had in the future. Moving forward together, as a family…he wanted that, for the rest of his days.And he’d certainly try to never be late to anything like this ever again.

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The Secret History Of That Iconic 'Nanny' Wardrobe

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The Secret History Of That Iconic 'Nanny' Wardrobe

For six seasons, “The Nanny” blessed audiences with humor, a treasure trove of pop culture references and the “will-they-won’t-they” to end all “will-they-won’t-theys” between makeup salesperson-turned-nanny Fran Fine and her boss, big-shot Broadway producer Maxwell Sheffield.

And from the moment Fran Fine knocked on the door of that Upper East Side brownstone, her clothing was unforgettable.

There are some television shows ― “Sex and the City” and “The Golden Girls” come to mind ― in which the wardrobe becomes a character of its own. “The Nanny” undoubtedly falls into that category. For that, we have costume designer, stylist and color expert Brenda Cooper to thank.

Cooper served as costume designer for the show’s first four seasons. She had been working as an assistant on “Princesses,” another sitcom starring Fran Drescher, when the actress made her a proposition. “She said to me, ’If I ever get my own show, I want you to be my costume designer,” Cooper told HuffPost. A year later, she got the call. “The Nanny” premiered on CBS in November 1993.

Drescher, the creator and star of the show, recalled Cooper’s impact fondly. “The costumes on ‘The Nanny’ fast became as big a star of the show as the Nanny herself,” she told HuffPost in an email. “Her brilliant ‘eye’ for design, color, coordination and her ability to bring both style and wit to any outfit won her a well-deserved Emmy.”

Cooper clothed Drescher in looks by Moschino, Todd Oldham and Thierry Mugler, to name just a few. The character’s wardrobe typically sat right on the line between uber-chic and over-the-top. “Everything was like, ‘How far can I push this without tipping it over the edge?’” Cooper said of her approach to styling Drescher.

Cooper told HuffPost she was given complete freedom to execute her vision for the show. So she ran with it.

“Usually you’re told the look. Fran and I had a relationship where she just put it in my hands and I knew I wanted to make a difference,” she said. “Clothing is incredibly important, and I think sometimes in the industry it’s not treated with the importance it deserves. I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to show that wardrobe plays an important role in the story.”

And what a role it played. Every item, down to Fran Fine’s iconic bathrobes, made a statement. Nearly 20 years after “The Nanny” left the air, the star’s clothing continues to inspire articles, blogs and Instagram accounts. The Instagram account “What Fran Wore,” which chronicles Fine’s fabulous looks, has over 200,000 followers.

Cooper told HuffPost that the wow factor came partly from the clothing itself and partly from the way the original garments were altered and enhanced.

“I wanted that robe to have shape and style,” she said of the nanny’s bathrobes. “I always put a shoulder pad in the robe, so it had a really ’40s look to it. It was always about making it look more elegant and have more style and sass. Every week I had a team of seamstresses in the fittings ― we would be cutting, trimming, pinning. I would be ripping off sleeves, adding sleeves. There was a lot of creative stuff that went on to pump up the volume.”

Because Cooper often used pieces of garments from several different designers to create one look, the clothing can sometimes be tricky to identify. Cooper said such looks have even stumped Shanae Brown, creator of “What Fran Wore.”

“There was this Nicole Miller dress that we changed ― some dress she [Brown] couldn’t ID,” Cooper said. “I think it’s amazing what she’s doing, I love what she’s doing and identifying them. She just needs to pick up the phone and I can tell her what they are. [laughs]”

For Brown’s part, she credits Cooper’s eye for the staying power of that wardrobe. “I think Fran’s wardrobe is iconic because Brenda has a great eye for style!” she wrote HuffPost in an email. “There is a wave of ’90s nostalgia right now, and all the pieces that Fran wore aged perfectly. Her outfits were tight, short and full of color. The wardrobe perfectly matched who the character was as she wasn’t afraid to be bold and unapologetically herself, which is also another wave we’re going through ― women not being afraid to fully embrace themselves and their style through fashion.”

Cooper said she would shop for eight to 10 hours a day, searching for pieces that would appear on the show just once. Some of the clothing was lent to them. Cooper recalled borrowing a Herve Leger gown that was eventually needed for a reshoot.

The only problem was the $10,000 evening gown was no longer available. So Cooper took matters into her own hands. After searching for and finding matching fabric, Cooper recreated the dress to a T. “You can’t even tell the difference,” she said. “I was so proud of myself.”

That kind of emergency creativity wasn’t restricted to the main cast’s costumes, either. Over the course of six seasons, “The Nanny” boasted a slew of A-list guest stars. They often played themselves and were often asked to bring their own wardrobe. Among them were Elton John, Bette Midler and Patti LaBelle ― who Cooper said showed up for her appearance empty-handed.

“She was a rock-and-roll disco queen with her own clothes ― but she shows up and didn’t bring anything,” the designer recalled. “We were shooting in two hours. This is the stuff that would happen all the time. I had two or three hours to make her look like a disco queen. I had one pair of stretch bell-bottoms ― this was my departure point. I jumped in the car and ran to Loehmann’s. I see a huge gold Donna Karan skirt. OK, I can make this work. I run to Saks, there’s a beaded dress. OK, I can make this work. I run back to the studio, put the pants on, take the skirt and cut out the center, put a jacket over the dress, pop some shoulder pads into it, and she’s on set. She loved it so much that she asked if she could keep it. I was so upset because I was so proud of it. [laughs]”

Cooper also remembered another guest star: now-President Donald Trump. “It was fine” having Trump on the show, she said. “I mean, it was fine. I interviewed him years later for a show I was on called ‘Fashion Emergency.’ On my reel, he says, ‘You can make me over anytime, any place.’ On ‘The Nanny’ he was professional and polite. But he always wears the wrong color tie.”

The designer has an Emmy to prove the impact of her work. “Could you imagine if I dressed that show and dressed Fran like an average, everyday nanny?” she said. “We wouldn’t be having a conversation right now. I wouldn’t have an Emmy. WhatFranWore wouldn’t exist. This is all because of the way somebody was dressed.”

The wardrobe direction changed a bit when she left after the show’s fourth season, Cooper noted. While she wouldn’t give specifics, she did say there were certain things she wouldn’t have done. “I think they did a pretty good job of maintaining the look,” she added.

They certainly had big designer shoes to fill.

And if the show were resurrected today? Cooper thinks Fran Fine would be parading around in the same kind of style.

“I would do a present-day version of the same thing,” she said. “The same formulas and stores. Even when I’m shopping now, I go if I were doing ‘The Nanny,’ that’s a perfect piece, that’s a perfect piece. I can’t tell you anything different that I would be going for.”

For her part, Drescher, who calls Cooper both a colleague and a friend, said she is always open to working together again. “Brenda is truly a master of her craft and her style genius is liberating,” she told HuffPost. “I will never look at clothes in quite the same way again! And frankly, I try to work with her every chance I can because I trust that she will always deliver!”

Petition for a reboot, anyone?

Read more about Brenda Cooper on her website.

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