What I Wore - Ali Wentworth - NYTimes.com Ali Wentworth, 47, an actress who has worked for Oprah Winfrey and hosted a daytime talk show, has written a humorous memoir, "Ali in Wonderland." She lives in New York City with her husband, George Stephanopoulos, and their two daughters. Accidentally grabbed my 6-year-old's Crewcuts miniskirt. That didn't work. I wanted to look hip enough for a middle-aged mom of two, but elegant enough so the doorman wouldn't stop me at the Regency, my lunchtime destination. Went with J Brand dark jeans (didn't have time to shave my legs), a Zadig and Voltaire bohemian top and Rochas brown boots, topped off with an Isabel Marant tweed jacket in cream and light blue and some (fake) diamond studs. Painted on shimmery Stila lipstick. The color was "grapefruit," so I felt I had had breakfast. The first week of my new daily Web show, "Daily Shot with Ali Wentworth." One day our miniature dachshund Daisy wandered in the shot and threw up on me. One thing I learned from working for Oprah was always wear jewel tones on television. It makes you "pop." I chose a bright Yves Saint Laurent top - the cerulean blue and geometric pattern gave me just the burst, smack, bang I was looking for - with black AG corduroy pants and black suede Jimmy Choo over-the-knee boots. Later, lunch with a girlfriend. Layered with a beet-red tweed jacket from Topshop. The pièce de résistance was a black quilted Chanel purse, a gift from a friend I did a charitable favor for. I rarely let it out of its box. I have a big party on Monday for my book launch. My default is black pants or a black suit. It's like my blankie. For options, I did what any sensible gal would do: I took to the sales. For my hunt, I wore Levis, gray suede Converse sneakers with pink ribbon ties and a white James Perse sweatshirt with a little white tank underneath. There's a reason certain things go on sale: smudged lipstick, or the designer was off his or her meds when they contrived it. Suddenly, as I was walking through Barneys, I was struck by a vision in the Marc Jacobs section was a billowy lace, sea-foam-colored gown. Peeled off my sweatshirt and worried the shopping stench under my arms would destroy the ethereal appliqué. Later, my husband escorted me to date night. Exhausted, I swapped the sweatshirt for a black cashmere Inhabit sweater. My 9-year-old had the flu and spewed all over me. My husband holed up in the study doing research on G.O.P. polls. And my 6-year-old decided to splatter the kitchen in finger paint, which, when the primary colors blended, looked like ... let me just elegantly state: brown. In my pretend life I wore Vionnet flared red trousers, a Lanvin sleeveless fringe top and Nicholas Kirkwood snakeskin sling-back pumps. The truth is, I sported Monrow oregano-green sweat pants, a frayed and shoddy melon-colored Brunello Cucinelli turtleneck sweater and the Lanvin sneakers made famous by the first lady. I didn't leave the apartment, but to walk the dogs and get DayQuil from Duane Reade. Super Bowl Sunday: exciting for me only for the halftime and snacks. We were invited to a party. I assumed, because there are men shouting and waving full plastic cups of beer, it's not white tie. I chose J Brand gray leopard-print jeans, an Étoile Isabel Marant tank, Miu Miu brown leather motorcycle boots and a Rick Owens leather jacket. Seeing Madonna perform at halftime made me wish I were more creative with fashion. Still hadn't nailed my dress for my evening book party. My bed was strewed with everything from ball gowns to tennis whites. Through the mound of taffeta and velvet, I had narrowed it down to two choices. My daughters voted for a black silk Morgane Le Fay strapless cocktail dress that fell just below the knee. The other was more of a sexy, J.F.K. mistress look. A tight Donna Karan black sequined skirt, a cream, gauzy Narciso Rodriguez top (which hinted at a black bra) and strappy black Manolo pumps. My kids won. But I promised my husband the provocative ensemble would be saved for another time. Chose an assortment of blouses to haul with me from one television studio to another. I would make my decision in the green rooms, after a cup of coffee and a sugary bear claw: black Theory pants, an Yves Saint Laurent flowery blue blouse and black suede buckle pumps - so great that I kept it on for the rest of the day. In fact, I'm still wearing it. Shhhhh ....