It was LDS Storymakers weekend again, which means anyone who is everyone was in town for the Whitney Awards.
It's also means the amount of super cute macrame wedges walking around Utah tripled.
I, myself, was wearing macrame wedges before it was even cool, so I moved on to Fit Flops years ago. I wouldn't be surprised if within five years everyone is wearing Fit Flops to Storymakers.
A few dear-to-my-heart author friends were in town (and sporting super cute macrame wedges) for the Whitneys, including Melanie J. from Write Stuff and Miss Heidi from Dunhaven Place. On Friday night I got to see them at the King's English bookshop in Salt Lake City.
Have you been there? If not, you must go! Alls you do is take I-15 to I-80. Pretend you're on your way to Cheyenne, but before you get there, yell PSYCH, and turn off at 1300 E.
From there follow your heart to Sugar House.
In other words, turn left.
When the road slims down and the neighborhood gets vintage, turn up to 1500 E. where you'll happen upon a hipster local business district adorned with twinkly lights and a jazz band. It's the kind of street that might remind you of Cal Berkeley.
I've never actually been to Cal Berkeley, but I've been to a lot of places that remind me of Cal Berkeley, and this place reminds me of the places that remind me of Cal Berkeley. Also my History Professor in college was from Cal Berkeley, before he got fired for his liberal ways, and this street reminds me of a street he might stroll down to purchase a latte, or an out-of-print book about original ideas.
So anyway, Luisa Perkins was having a book signing at Kings English bookshop for Dispirited, which I hear is an excellent read, and if chapter one is any indication then, yes, it's captivating. I bought the book, had Luisa sign it, then sat around chit chatting with all the authors wearing super cute macrame wedges. I think the only other person besides me who wasn't wearing wedges was Jami from Superfluous Miscellany, who was the first person to leave a comment on my blog.
You never forget your first comment.
She is also the person who inspired the conclusion to my memoir.
You never forget the person who inspires the conclusion to your memoir either.
Jami and I have known each other for years now, and yet she was surprised when she met me. I wasn't what she was expecting.
She thought I would be taller.
She thought I would be larger than life. But actually I'm smaller than life.
It's a strange feeling when you get people wrong like that.
I think it's the same way with places. Probably when I actually visit Cal Berkeley I will think, huh, this doesn't remind me of all those places that remind me of Cal Berkeley, after all.
I think it's the same way with things too. Like my youngest son's mullet, which is an outgrowth of his mohawk. It throws people off when they hear he named it Fredward.
"Huh," said my brother-in-law, "It strikes me more as a Billy Ray Cyrus."
Huh, I guess this wasn't really an exercise in description of, without commentary on, macrame wedges and mullets after all, was it.