I was just in North Carolina for a spell--High Point market was staging, and I was there for a client. It's amazing how the city is just packed during the mart, and then it goes back to being a Scooby Doo episode-like ghost town the moment it's over.
I walked almost the whole mart, and with the exception of Victoria and Richard (was SO excited to spend time with them--they are a TOTAL creative inspiration to me, have been for years)*, Willem Smith and an Italian house whose name I cannot recall, it was a whole lot of the same. Plus Hall and Oates.
Lots of events in the past few weeks, including the inaugural charity event at Apres Peau for Innocents at Risk, Hoop Dreams (although I just realized that that was a month ago!), Chefs by the Bay in Annapolis, and a BUNCH of really fun things upcoming, some which I'm not yet at liberty to disclose.
One quick one, though, is my friend Jill Kargman, whose newest novel, Momzillas, launches April 10. She'll be here for a fab event May 1--look for your invite soon! If you're not familiar with her name, you'll probably be familiar with her earlier works, The Right Address and Wolves in Chic Clothing. And you'll definitely be familiar with her lineage--her parents are Arie and Coco Kopelman--yes, her pops is the former CEO of Chanel. And she rocks. She's already referring to her event here as "The DC Rager." Cannot wait! The novel is phenomenal, especially the glossary of terms that opens the book. Preorder it here.
More event info coming soon!
*Story behind that: so I was window shopping down Madison Avenue when I was a REALLY poor scrapper, and stumbled across MacKenzie Childs, Victoria and Richard's first company, and totally fell in love. I started saving my pennies and buying pieces one at a time. Within a year, I had accumulated all of a tile and a coffee cup.
I took my sister into the store--she was about to get married, and married well--and she also fell head over heels for their pieces. And she registered--and got--service for 24. Had an entire MacKenzie-Childs shower.
It all evened out in the end when she divorced and we cleared out a good chunk of her kitchen and moved it to my pauper's pad. The end.