All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, standing here, outside your door…Shades of Peter, Paul and Mary! I’m off for the big Summer Rental book tour any minute now. Just one problem, severe over-package, and I’m not talking about the Anthony Weiner situation. Over the weekend, daughter Katie, my personal shopper, in-house fashion expert and event coordinator, came over and selected my tour wardrobe. But only after rejecting most of my beloved clothing staples. Those faded denim capris? “Mom jeans,” she said with a sneer. The black linen top I love? “Not summery.” The Anthropologie necklace I bought to wear with my new silk top? “Cute but no match.”
Sigh. And she wrested my favorite faded black yoga pants away from me and took them to her house–just in case I got any ideas about fishing them out of the trash! I tell you, the kid is relentless. She put accessories with outfits, and even photographed them with my cell phone just in case I have any accessorization dilemmas.
Summer packing poses a problem for me. The rest of the year when I travel, I just throw in the afore-mentioned yoga pants, some other black pants and a couple sweaters. Also black airport shoes. Gotta have my easy-off airport shoes. I may look like Viola Swamp, but I’m comfy.
But in the summertime, I have to pack lighter colors. Linen. You know how linen wrinkles. And white or khaki pants–which are stain magnets for me. And cute shoes.
And jewelry. And make-up. Don’t want to scare my readers, right?
But I think I’m finally there. And here’s the thing. I’m excited. Truly. It’s been two years since The Fixer-Upper came out, which is way too long. My pulse is racing, and not just from the two Diet Cokes I had for breakfast. I love travelling (especially on my publisher’s dime), love seeing the country, love junking along the way, (UPS is my friend) and most of all, I love meeting readers and booksellers.
So if you live in Mt. Pleasant, SC, Raleigh, NC, Fairhope, Alabama, Houston, Chicago, Cape Cod, The Jersey Shore, The Outer Banks, or Atlanta, I’d love it if you’d drop by one of my book-signings to say hi. Just don’t tell Katie if you see me wearing that black linen top with the wrong necklace.