By now, you know I'm big fan of Ree Drummond, also known as, The Pioneer Woman.
Well, last Tuesday, she came a ridin' into town all-classy like, fresh from Atlanta's signing the night before, with her BFF sister Betsy and friend, Hyacinth (or Cindy, as probably all of the non-PW reading normal people in the world call her). This night was a big deal, apparently, for a lot of women in Nashville - as it has been most cities she has visited on her book tour. (Again, if you haven't bought it yet, I'd highly recommend doing so.)
Despite the fact that over the last two and a half years I've been following her (wow, that sounds creepy) and have seen the steady increase in popularity, there are often times I feel like I'm the only one out there. Well, me and my crew of fellow PW fans who may have met up beforehand and eaten our favorite Ree-inspired appetizers. I mean, maybe we did.
Anyways, showing up at Davis Kidd was like a rude awakening when you're standing in the middle of hundreds of (mostly) women all waiting in line to probably most importantly get a look - and then get their book signed - by Ree. We're all sort of looking around at each other with that bewildered "You too?!" expression.
There were...
A lot of people I didn't know.
Some I did.
Some I met for the first time after making acquaintances online.
Some I spent my entire Freshman year roomed with (and who wouldn't look at the camera).
There were Ree's good friend and her baby sister whose recipe inspired the only meal Cliff has ever cooked for me.
Oh, and there was Ree.
Who was as every bit of beautiful, graceful, quirky, classy, and yet comfortably kind as I could have ever hoped she would be. She answered one question from the audience...
See, just one. Which happened to be "Where's Marlboro Man?" by a woman standing nearby (shame on her for making B & H feel like chopped liver). And obviously the answer was "Working cattle."
And then, there was the moment of the night:
That's me and my beautiful friend Lauren (who happens to be an incredible florist) who stood with me in line (what a saving grace) and brought a bouquet & a card signed by those ladies who may or may not have been at a pre-signing party (which, unfortunately, Ree wasn't able to make it to... ha!)
We decided to tag-team our visit to the table because I was clueless of what to say so at least the token flowers would be some segue into intelligible conversation like "How's your day been?" "Sorry about the weather." and "Lots of people, eh?" Wow, what a doof I was.
But she was incredibly gracious and put us right at ease.
And I was nothing but smiles for the rest of the night.
Well, last Tuesday, she came a ridin' into town all-classy like, fresh from Atlanta's signing the night before, with her BFF sister Betsy and friend, Hyacinth (or Cindy, as probably all of the non-PW reading normal people in the world call her). This night was a big deal, apparently, for a lot of women in Nashville - as it has been most cities she has visited on her book tour. (Again, if you haven't bought it yet, I'd highly recommend doing so.)
Despite the fact that over the last two and a half years I've been following her (wow, that sounds creepy) and have seen the steady increase in popularity, there are often times I feel like I'm the only one out there. Well, me and my crew of fellow PW fans who may have met up beforehand and eaten our favorite Ree-inspired appetizers. I mean, maybe we did.
Anyways, showing up at Davis Kidd was like a rude awakening when you're standing in the middle of hundreds of (mostly) women all waiting in line to probably most importantly get a look - and then get their book signed - by Ree. We're all sort of looking around at each other with that bewildered "You too?!" expression.
There were...
A lot of people I didn't know.
Some I did.
Some I met for the first time after making acquaintances online.
Some I spent my entire Freshman year roomed with (and who wouldn't look at the camera).
There were Ree's good friend and her baby sister whose recipe inspired the only meal Cliff has ever cooked for me.
Oh, and there was Ree.
Who was as every bit of beautiful, graceful, quirky, classy, and yet comfortably kind as I could have ever hoped she would be. She answered one question from the audience...
See, just one. Which happened to be "Where's Marlboro Man?" by a woman standing nearby (shame on her for making B & H feel like chopped liver). And obviously the answer was "Working cattle."
And then, there was the moment of the night:
That's me and my beautiful friend Lauren (who happens to be an incredible florist) who stood with me in line (what a saving grace) and brought a bouquet & a card signed by those ladies who may or may not have been at a pre-signing party (which, unfortunately, Ree wasn't able to make it to... ha!)
We decided to tag-team our visit to the table because I was clueless of what to say so at least the token flowers would be some segue into intelligible conversation like "How's your day been?" "Sorry about the weather." and "Lots of people, eh?" Wow, what a doof I was.
But she was incredibly gracious and put us right at ease.
And I was nothing but smiles for the rest of the night.
1 comment:
I guess I should probably start following her, too! I have heard nothing but great things about this Ree from you and others. ... Glad your famous-person-book-signing was more personable than my Rachael Ray extravaganza last year!
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