Thursday night I felt like Cinderella. Accidental Cinderella.
Confession: I’m no fashion plate. I normally wear Converse tennis shoes and logo t-shirts, and my favorite jeans have patches on the knees. BUT, Thursday night, I got dressed up (for me), added extra eye liner (which may have been a mistake), and even wore a bejeweled necklace on loan from Vintage Cargo. Stan and Jeff, owners of Vintage Cargo, evidently worried I wouldn’t clean up sufficiently for my Fayetteville book signing.
So they loaned me this gorgeous piece…
I mean seriously. Isn’t loaning jewelry an Oscar night sort of thing?
I felt like Cinderella.
I wore cute shoes.
And it was a great night.
Elliot Hunt, Chef de Cuisine of Theo’s, provided fantastic food which included hoe cakes with greens, shrimp bruschetta and the best lemon tart ever.
The wine flowed.
The crowd was diverse.
I did a reading.
Some people laughed.
The audience truly appeared engaged…
even though my book reading expressions were crazy. Goodness.
Tip: When you have a book signing at a French antique store, no decorating is needed. In keeping with the book setting, I did provide delta cotton.
The moral of the story: Today I’m returning the fancy necklace and yes, I’ll be wearing my Converse while doing so. And I’m no Cinderella. Life is real and crazy and far from perfect but it can be pretty great in between the ebbs and flows of regular.
Thank you to everyone who made my book signing at French Metro tres magnifique.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
What I really wanted to do was learn to speak French. I wanted to be that girl who, when invited to the White House for an important state dinner, would be the only person in the room who could speak with the French prime minister in his native language. I would help solve international problems while sipping champagne and wearing a black ball gown like Audrey Hepburn. President Nixon would be impressed to learn I started out as a farm girl from Arkansas. Last fall, I bought an old French lesson book at the library’s used book sale. Momma thought it was a silly waste. Besides English, Momma said the only practical language to learn was Spanish, because of our Mexican cotton choppers. Since I used my own money, she really didn’t have a say. ~The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee, Talya Tate Boerner (me!)