I’m heading down this weekend to the Lodge and Spa at Callaway Gardens to attend the Reviewer’s Retreat conference. I’ll be leading a roundtable discussion on media kits, so if you are also attending: please come sit at my table so that I am not sitting there all by my lonesome having flashbacks to elementary school dodgeball games.
I started prepping for the trip and realized that most of the things on my list to take were Stitch Fix pieces. This is very likely due to the fact that they are basically the only grown up clothes that I own on account of how I didn’t throw out all my stuff from high school until last year. Which was problematic for me since I graduated high school over a decade ago.
That just made me super nostalgic and so now this is what is playing in the background as I write this post:
YOU. ARE. WELCOME.
(Incidentally, the clothing in that video looks exactly like what I wore in high school, right down to the thick white flip-flops.)
Anyhow, I sent the sweet folks at Stitch Fix an email and I was all “I am slightly obsessed with you, do you want to partner with me on this conference thing because also I do not know how to dress myself.”
They said yes which made me very excited because I was really worried about how I was going to tell my roommates to recognize me. And now I’ll be able to say “I’ll be the one in the cute purple Stitch Fix top” instead of “I’ll be the one you mistake for a small child and are wondering where my parents are and why they let me wander around Callaway Gardens by myself.”
(And also maybe suggests that the whole “media kit” thing is a good idea so you really should sit at my table.)
(I’m very concerned about this, y’all.)
Then they gave me discount cards to pass out to anyone who wants to sign up for a box. I KNOW RIGHT?!
(I am not above bribing people with discounts on cute clothes to sit at my table, y’all.)
But seriously, if you’re also going to be at #revret come and find me and I will give you a Stitch Fix discount card. And probably accost you with cute pictures of my baby via my cell phone because let’s be honest: everyone finds my child as cute and charming as I do. Attempting to convince me otherwise is futile.
Here is a picture of my packing-in-progress, minus a few new pieces that are currently being altered. I pull everything out, spread it out on the floor/back of the couch and then play Suitcase Jenga. I enjoy that game because I am always the winner.
(I realize my sparkly slippers are on their last leg but I just can’t fully admit it to myself, y’all. Remember when I bought them? I still feel that passionately about them. And now I want to be blonde again.)
