I've spun this post 100 different ways in my head. I actually feel more like skipping it all together, but I know I probably should document it some way. You know, so I can prove I was there and all.
BlogHER 2010. I went. I saw. I hugged. I learned. And then I came back home, to reality.
I should be telling you how much techie stuff I learned from the sessions, how I found a renewed sense of blogging purpose, and became inspired to become a better writer.
I don't believe any of these things happened.
The things that did happen in NYC? Were beyond amazing.
The things that I did in NYC? I shared with the most inspiring women I've ever meet.
It had nothing and everything in the world to do with blogging.
So without making you too envious of my trip, here are a few quick highlights that I'll be forever thankful for:
NYC sightseeing from the front seat of a double-decker bus.
The experience provided by
Kodak, the beautiful necklace loaned to me by my talented friend
Shannon, photos stolen from Casey's
Flickr, and the smile on my face all mine.
Hanging out with friends, both old and new. In places that were far too swanky for this Hoosier.
Relishing in the genuine person behind the blog.
Jessica. Gorgeous, kind, and more lovely than I could have ever imagined.
Adam. Sweet, caring, and incredibly genuine.
Heather. Strong and beautiful. Her spirit is magnetic.
Sam. My favorite Canadian, hands down. She is funny, compassionate, and just plain fun to be around.
Dinner in Little Italy
With the best roommates a girl could ask for.
Attending too many parties, probably making a fool out of myself 1000 different times.
Does this bag on my head make me look fat?
My one regret of the weekend, which is a reoccurring theme in my life, is that I didn't take many pictures. I mostly blame Casey for this, because she literally took like 1700 pictures. I just figure that I'll stick close to her, and do as much photo-bombing as possible, I'll have something to show at the end of the day.
If I would have dug my camera out of my purse, I could show you pictures from:
The MOMA
Chelsea Market
The Ralph Lauren Reading Room
Street Meat
The Naked Cowboy
Shopping designer studios in the Garment District
Running a 5K, through Central Park, in a tutu.
And so, so, much more....
And probably the biggest thing I learned about myself is:
I cannot live off just cake and vodka.
I don't know how you New Yorkers do it, but I've determined all you guys live off is sweets and alcohol, with an occasional Starbucks thrown in. To put it mildly: cake + vodka + cab rides = a super sick DesignHER Momma. I'm more of a meat and potatoes girl, washed down with a Diet Coke. Next year, I'm bringing a cooler full of home cookin'!
Overall, it was a trip not to be topped. I'll be forever grateful to my husband for calming all my nerves and taking stellar care of our children. Less than 24 hours before the trip, I almost canceled it. He talked me out of it and I'm glad he did.