Cast Blog: #RHONY

Retail Therapy

Heather dissects the missed attempt at healing that was her shopping trip.

Retail Therapy: Sometimes it works, sometimes it just doesn't.

Not inviting Ramona on the trip was simple and it was honest and sincere. I don't want to spend a lot of time on it because I know how much we have discussed this over the past few weeks. Every time Ramona and I are together we wind up in on opposite sides of a debate. With the other ladies, it is just so much easier. And I can't imagine myself inviting someone I didn't have a easy relationship with on a trip across the Atlantic, nor would I ever sit down and tell them I was planning a trip to London and why I wasn't inviting them. While I appreciate honesty, there is such a thing as too much honesty.

There is a big difference between taking someone on a plane away from home for several days and inviting people over to your house for a few hours for dinner. My interludes with Ramona have been nothing less than uncomfortable, straight up painful at times, and stressful. None of these things however, would prevent me from being polite and friendly to her, or to prevent me from still trying to find a connection with Ramona.

I invited her to my favorite store Curve to shop with the owner, my friend Nevena because I wanted to illustrate that the absence of an invite to London was not a sanction against Ramona.

I thought she would like the store and maybe a little Retail Therapy would do us some good.

Unfortunately, it didn't quite go as I planned. Ramona is a gorgeous woman and she wears her clothes well. But that day she was not clicking with the store, the vibe, whatever, and she came off a bit rude to my friend Nevena. We tried to clear the air about London and sat down on the sofa and laid it all out, but I guess Ramona and I are too far apart in our views on this to get past it yet. Trust me when I say, there is much more to come.

Aviva is so open about her leg and her accident. She handles herself with such grace, glamour, and always humor. She makes us feel so comfortable about the situation with her prosthetic that you often forget she even wears one so when it comes up we all kind jump in the conversation like we are a part of it. It never crossed my mind to tell Nevena about Aviva's leg when I invited her to join me for the shopping extravaganza. But by not giving Nevena the heads up, I created an uncomfortable scenario when she was trying to get Aviva to try shoes. I wanted to jump in and explain to Nevena why Aviva wasn't "doing shoes" and I upset Aviva in the process. You know me and talking!!! This time I over-shared a friend's story, but I did it from a good place, and I really care about Aviva.

Retail therapy. . .sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't!

Before we went on our shopping trip, you got to see Jax and I go for his weekly check up with Dr. Emre. Jax is a special little guy, I love him dearly. He is a fighter and I am very proud of him. Jax had been battling a cold that any normal kid could have shrugged off, but with Jax, every minor infection has to be treated seriously and many times we would wind up in the hospital. As you saw, our visit to the doctor's office has become routine over the years and thankfully Jax is doing very well and we crossed a milestone when we celebrated his seventh birthday. Even with all of his challenges and we know there are more to overcome, Jax is one of the lucky ones. With over 114,000 people in the U.S. waiting for organ transplants, we need to do more to raise awareness and get people to sign up. Like I said on the show, you don't need 'em when you're dead! Check out New York Organ Donor Network at DonateLifeNY.org for more information.

Thanks for watching, for reading, for tweeting, and everything! To learn more about me and my shapewear company on YummieLife.com, HeatherThomson.net, and Facebook.

Happy Fourth of July!!!!!!!!

XX Heather

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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