OK- So I’m standing in line at The Produce Place several weeks ago. I kept thinking that the girl looking at oranges looked familiar. Then it hit me. It was her. My style goddess. If I had to pick three celebrities who I would love to raid their closets (and have a magic wand that immediately switched everything to my size) they would be Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Aniston, and the girl checking out oranges: Gwyneth Paltrow.
I am in no way a celebrity stalker, so I really had to look the other way – you know all nonchalant in an I could give a crap who you are kinda way. Then, I just decided: Screw It. I’m taking her picture on my iphone. This is what I got:
I was going to leave it at that. Really I was. But then, my inner star-stalker temporarily possessed me and before you know it, I was talking – to her – Gwyneth Paltrow. Now, the ice breaker, of course, was my middle daughter’s gorgeous curls. It’s hard to be near her and not comment. So I took the opportunity and ran with it. I mean, really, I knew we had so much in common. We are both bloggers. We are both tall blonds (with standing appt’s with our hair dresser to keep it this way!). We both are moms of young children. We both are from the East Coast. We both like a detox. She lives in England and I’ve been to England. We are both married to rock stars (OK- so mine is a rock star in the data-marketing world. Really- he is and I’m sure Coldplay works with data marketers so give this one to me, OK?). Plus, I was in high school theater productions and even had an agent at one point, so we are practically twins separated at birth. See, it was destiny.
Before you know it, she had agreed to let me show her some of my favorite places in Nashville. She got in my car (she’s trusting, that Gwyneth) and I dropped my kids by the house. She even commented on my dining room chandelier, “Didn’t you blog about that?” That’s when I fought the urge to bear hug her. I, ever so coolly said, “You read StyleBlueprint?” She responds, “Oh, yeah. That’s why I agreed to get in the car with you. I read it every day.” Well, call me a monkey’s uncle. Gwyneth Paltrow reads SB every day. It was a pinch me moment. Right at that time I passed some seriously bad smelling gas. I rushed her out of the house so she would not clue in. My hope is that she still thinks it was the dog …
We first stopped by Import Flowers as I had called Elizabeth, business partner, and I knew she was there. She told me the StyleBlueprint partnership was OVER unless I brought GP by. Yes, I would have said the same thing. I love Import Flowers so the ruse was on.
Next, I drove her to The Perfect Pair as I could tell from the shoes she was wearing that this was the store for her. It was. In fact the shoes she had on were sold last year at The Perfect Pair. She bought three pairs of shoes, a pair of Mingle earrings and two Virgin, Saints and Angels necklaces. I should have kept that agent and done the acting thing. I want to walk into The Perfect Pair and buy all that.
Next, I swung her by Petit Chateau since I love this store and they are going out of business. My thought was that maybe she could just buy up the whole store and let these two great gals that own it get on with their design firm and leave the retail behind. Buy she did, but she left plenty for you to still buy as well. Get yourself over there as everything is as of April 1 (today) 40% off and we are talking brands like Oly Studio, French Laundry and one-of-a-kind antiques.
Gwyneth said what she wanted most at this point was the perfect pair of jeans, another scarf, and perhaps some vintage cowboy boots. I knew the perfect destination: Imogene + Willie. I did a U-y in the street which caused a minor accident, denting in the driver’s side door of my van quite severely, actually. Gwyneth was kind enough to explain to everyone that we were in a hurry and handed out my cell phone number and took pictures with each person involved which cast some sort of magical spell over all of them and we were able to speed away.
We arrived at Imogene + Willie and she scored big. I think the owners there, Matt and Carrie Eddmenson, immediately replaced me as her new Nashville BFF. I mean they are just too cool and I couldn’t keep up. She hung out there and finally told me that she would catch me later. I knew the dream was over and I was gracious and told her goodbye. Perhaps she suspected I was taking all these pictures?
I was kinda mad at those cool cat owners of Imogene + Willie. Why did they have to be so engaging and simply ooze style and cool in a way that I could never compete? Man, they even made it onto her top places to shop list featured on Gwyneth’s blog GOOP. Dammit. I wish she’d write about StyleBlueprint!
Alas, we’ll always have those few hours. During that time, it was just me, Nashville, and GP. And, I do have a momento (besides stolen moments captured on my phone). My dented car door from my U-y experience:
Enjoy your day. And, if you really believe this post … April Fools!
Brought to you by Elizabeth and Liza of StyleBlueprint and Rachel Halvorson, AKA Gwyneth Paltrow, fabulous interior designer found in Nashville.
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