Betsey Johnson: The coolest grandma ever

What a rockin' show. Betsey Johnson has a flair for the theatrical. She called her fall collection "The Betsey Johnson School of Charm" and kicked things off with two models dressed as maids, who feather dusted the front row's tea tables as they sashayed down the runway. (By the way, it was Howard Stern's leggy blond girlfriend, a nameless member of Danity Kane and Fran Drescher creating much of the front row buzz.) The collection, which seemed deeper than most, ran the gamut from black baby doll sweater dresses to a pale pink tiered satin dress. Short, swingy dresses were followed by long slinky gowns. Lots of satin. Lots of metallic -- even interwoven in an otherwise proper tweed suit. Like most, she kept the colors fairly sedate, with a preponderance of black, navy and gray. But there was nothing somber about the show itself, which was accompanied by a sing-along mix of current radio hits and remixes of old faves like Rock the Casbah and Billy Jean. After, Johnson emerged carrying her granddaughter, Layla, and you can guess what song played. It seemed that the free spirited designer was finally going to forgo her signature cartwheel when she handed the baby to someone and took a running leap. Then out came the models once again, toting bouquets of black and white balloons. Layla didn't cry, despite the throbbing noise, spotlights, flashes and crowd. When you're Betsey Johnson's granddaughter, you've got to get used to the drama.