I forgot my camera this morning. Actually, I remembered it as I was walking out the door, laptop bag and purse hanging from my right shoulder, sun glasses and keys in hand. I stopped for a second, looked toward the counter and said, “nah, I’m not going.”
I was contemplating going to see The Pioneer Woman tonight as she signs copies of her (amazing!) cookbook tonight in Orlando. I love TPW. She is witty, inspiring and a great cook and photographer. Her site always makes me feel good. I have her cookbook and have made her (amazing!) blue cheese steak and her potato skins.
I’m not comfortable with celebrity sightings and don’t really see a purpose in getting an autograph so why am I sitting her second-guessing my split-second decision from earlier?
I must secretly want to go.
I’ve followed her stories from other cities where she’s already been to sign and let’s just say the crowds are huge. Women and babies. Women and cameras. Women with their spouses in tow. The lines wrap around the store for hours. I just can’t imagine waiting in line longer than I would to ride Dumbo at Disney. And, waiting in line alone is worse than waiting in line with a 4-year-old. Well, maybe I should rethink that last line.
So, why am I sitting her feeling like I’m going to miss something? Maybe I’ll go home and grab my camera and head over to the bookstore tonight — or maybe I’ll just open up her cookbook and make one of her amazing recipes and be done with it.
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