What Not To Wear When You Meet Candace Bushnell
When I got home and unpacked, I realized it was still early and as much as I wanted to curl up in ball of pity in my pink PINK pajamas on the couch, holding Snuffy and crying, I put my big girl pants on and I went for a walk. The Grove is only a mile from my house, so I decided to go try to spend the gift certificate my little brother had given me to the local book store.
When I walked in, with every intention in the world of buying Bushnell's latest book, The Carrie Diaries, I saw a poster advertising a book signing with her at 4pm. I looked at my watch (ahem...cell phone) and it said it was 4:23pm. Cha-Ching! I ran to the register, bought my book (thanks, Philip!) and then got in line for the book signing, not even thinking of the fact that I looked more like a post-party bloated sorority girl after a rough night than the late-twenties world-traveling professional business woman I've become. (My over-sized Nicole Richie-esque sunglasses from Tokyo that I refused to take off totally completed the look.)
I was last in line for the signing, and was super excited. I couldn't believe that the woman who had first turned me on to Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda in her book 4 Blondes back in 2002 (the book that started the Sex and the City craze) was right in front of me. When I approached the counter, she said, "Who shall I make this out to?" I sheepishly said, "Erin please," and then added at lightning speed, "I'm soooo sorry I'm dressed like this! I didn't know you were going to be here, or I would have dressed up! This is so embarrassing." "Don't worry honey," she said, "I think you look chic in your pink! You match my book!"
So lesson learned. Those with style will always appreciate and understand sweats, as long as you match their latest book. Thank goodness her book wasn't green, or my face would have been red.