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Meeting Oprah
I met Oprah. If you think that’s an unusual sentence, for me it’s kind of strange. That’s me in the photo, on the couch to the right of Oprah and Sadie, who is her dog. One day when driving my daughter’s carpool home I got a call from someone at O Magazine telling me that I’d been selected to fly to Chicago to be one of 10 O readers to fly to Chicago and interview Oprah.
When I heard the word “selected” I thought the woman was a telemarketer selling time shares. I was pulled over on the side of the road with a car full of teenagers and wasn’t really paying attention. “I’m not interested,I said. “In meeting Oprah?” she said. “What?” I said.
That is how on February 11th, 2010, I came to pick up my sister at the crack of down and drive to SeaTac where we boarded a plane to fly to Chicago. I was dying to tell anyone and everyone what we were doing. No one asked. So I told anyone who looked at me for even a fraction of a second: the people around us, the flight attendants, the guy in line at security. My sister was highly amused.
A driver met us at the airport with a Harpo Productions sign with my name on it. I have the photo to prove it. We were taken straight to Harpo studios where a tiny little stylist was trying not to pull her hair out finding outfits for all the women out of her racks of clothing she’d brought from New York. The ten of us were all shapes and sizes. She had to dress everyone one of us from head to toe, including jewelry and Spanx. She had told us to bring our own clothes. “What you would wear to a spring wedding shower.” In Seattle you can wear jeans to a wedding shower. The only think we used from my clothing was a belt.
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When I heard the word “selected” I thought the woman was a telemarketer selling time shares. I was pulled over on the side of the road with a car full of teenagers and wasn’t really paying attention. “I’m not interested,I said. “In meeting Oprah?” she said. “What?” I said.
That is how on February 11th, 2010, I came to pick up my sister at the crack of down and drive to SeaTac where we boarded a plane to fly to Chicago. I was dying to tell anyone and everyone what we were doing. No one asked. So I told anyone who looked at me for even a fraction of a second: the people around us, the flight attendants, the guy in line at security. My sister was highly amused.
A driver met us at the airport with a Harpo Productions sign with my name on it. I have the photo to prove it. We were taken straight to Harpo studios where a tiny little stylist was trying not to pull her hair out finding outfits for all the women out of her racks of clothing she’d brought from New York. The ten of us were all shapes and sizes. She had to dress everyone one of us from head to toe, including jewelry and Spanx. She had told us to bring our own clothes. “What you would wear to a spring wedding shower.” In Seattle you can wear jeans to a wedding shower. The only think we used from my clothing was a belt.
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