Friday, October 22, 2010
Sometimes, however, one must be fit for the world, and over the next several weeks, I must somehow become worthy. Or, at least, dressed for events that range from talks and school assemblies to wondrous lunches and book panels.
And where do I go, when I'm in need of some beauty? To White House/Black Market, but of course. The clothes fit and they withstand the test of time. They have some razzle dazzle, some style. Add to that the fact that this year, White House/Black Market celebrated its 25th anniversary by honoring those who have survived breast cancer (one of whom, I'm so proud to say, is my friend, Denise), and you get the kind of store that I believe in. [I urge you to watch this incredibly moving video featuring the 25 women WHBM is celebrating.]
At 5:30 this afternoon, I was there, at the Ardmore location, looking weary, acting overwhelmed, asking for favors. Here's what I have going on, I said, and within minutes, thanks to the loving, competent, creative, patient staff there, I was—is the word equipped?—to be a social person again.
It means more than they could probably know. So I'm telling them right here.
(Now if I could only fix my hair.)