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Yes, we have mostly recovered, but sadly, there was pink and green fashion dust everywhere! OMG, you should have been there.

Well, I guess in a way you were with the photos. Thank god you didn’t post them, it would have been simply wretched, more-than-horrid. Do you know what happens to pink and green madras fibers when a person who has ingested too many jello shots crashes into you on their Segue? In a word? It is wretched, simply wretched.

Lilly would die if she knew, but fortunately that extra-wide super-seersucker-plus headband was strong enough to save me, and I was able to dangle by one flip-flop for hour until the rescue crew could get the Jaws’ O Life in there. It was a close call and frankly, very frightening when The Princess Consort almost called The Preppy Police because it seemed there wasn’t a natural fiber to be found anywhere that I could cloak myself in! We managed to have Brooks deliver some things to the hotel, but we were in Polyester Peril, I can tell you that much.

As far as the rest of me goes, once the preppy dust dissipated I managed to escape with only one broken nail; the fuchsia polish wasn’t even chipped on any of the others. So it looked much worse than it was. (There was a little mascara smudging, but truthfully, nowhere near as awful as when I wept after being given the Preppy Princess Magic Wand at the pageant.)

Thanks for checking on us. You are so sweet.

Back to Mad Men and the party frock at the hotel. (Which happens to be pink, I might add.)

‘Night.
TP

It was my first time at a real, live BlogHer event (right here, in San Fran) and it was an odd time indeed. So many bloggers have written this week about how it felt like the first day of junior high again, being thrown in with 1,000 women you’ve never met. (You took those uncomfortable feelings away with BlogHerNot.) I will add that most of the bloggers married and I’d say that 95 percent were white… No judging. Just my interesting 2 cents.