You guys! I'm going to be reading in the East Bay next week! Can you come?
I'm going to be at the awesome Verb For Keeping Warm, and if you haven't been to their store, you have to come. It's GORGEOUS, full of delicious yarn that you won't find anywhere else (I'm blocking a shawl right now that I made in their fiber — it's perfect).
When: Friday, April 22 – 6pm
Verb For Keeping Warm,
6328 San Pablo Avenue at Alcatraz Avenue
I think I *might* read from the book of essays coming out in September, so this would be a fun time for a sneak peek.
And in other updates, I'm back from the Romantic Times conference! It was everything a conference should be, and it started like this:
Check out that AWESOME bar set Lala found at the Alameda Antiques Fair — still has the original 60s tag on it. It's zebra print.
Crazy Aunt Purl Laurie Perry and I gave a workshop on memoir writing! It was so fun! To continue the theme of the convention, she brought wine in juice boxes, which is probably why my face is so red in this picture. It was a really fun panel, ackshally. Talked a lot about truth and being brave, and what I learned from it was this: We are never brave on purpose. Usually bravery comes as an OH SHIT I HATE THIS moment, and only later, when someone says, "How brave you were!" do you realize you actually had been. Kind of deep, no? (Also, I am not on her lap. I know it looks like I am.)
Spent good, quality time with awesome Nicole Peeler, and I did her hair this night, which I think looks fabulous like this. Also, I just realized SHE is the reason I dreamed I cut my hair into a short bob and went dark red. I want to copy her. (Oh, I've been growing out the silver for so long! So bored! Feel so old-looking! Nicole is pretty!)
And look how cute this is: My dad and his girlfriend Lola showed up for my signing. They waited in a hella long line (after taking me out to a yummy breakfast) just to pick up a book. That's adorable.
I'd love to tell you about the plotting Sophie Littlefield and Juliet Blackwell and I did in the car there and back, but then I'd have to kill you. Let me just say this: I think we came up with a few bestselling ideas, a couple for each of us. At least. And then some. AND we ate McDonald's.
Came home and did the bed bug dance (Martha Flynn chronicles it better HERE) — our room did not have them, but another room did, so I ran into the house, stripped at the washer, threw all the contents of my suitcase into hot water and then bagged the suitcase.
And (are you ready?), I forgot to take my two precious shawls out:
I can't talk about it. Especially that green cashmere Swallowtail. I was so mad at myself I could not even CRY, that's how mad I was.
But it's good to be home again, with flying fingers, and happy to be working (back to the day job tomorrow, too — it's been nice to have this time off).
And if you're local, I'd love to see you on the 22nd!
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