A couple weeks ago, I received an email at the Next Stop Baby email address from what I assume is Rosie Pope's public relations
The email invited me (aka Next Stop Baby) to the premiere of Rosie Pope's new maternity collection for A Pea in the Pod. I was asked to attend and gently prodded to write a post about my thoughts on the clothing line. For a small-time, 1.5 year old blogger like myself the mere invitation was way more than enough to secure my attendance. But there was more: there would be a red carpet, a candy bar, a mocktail (alcohol free cocktail) bar, a swag bag, some other free stuff and, most importantly, an opportunity to meet the Pregnant in Heels queen herself.
I was in.
The event was held at a Destination Maternity store in Manhattan. I arrived a little early. I'm not a fashionably late type person. I'm either unfashionably late or early. The first disappointment I encountered was a lack of red carpet. Hello!? There were no papparazzi and no velvet ropes either. I nervously approached a pair of fresh faced, official seeming girls with clipboards as I considered what I was about to say (my real name? my blog? a monologue about being a member of the press?). I was saved when one of the girls immediately handed me a ticket and directed me upstairs without questioning who I was or what I was doing. That was sort of the second disappointment - I wasn't on a list...there didn't even appear to be a list.
Upstairs was mayhem. At least 75% of the attendees were pregnant, which was somewhat bizarre. How often do you see a couple hundred pregnant people all in one room? To make matters more interesting, upstairs was a fully stocked maternity clothing store that hadn't been cleared or organized to accommodate so many big bellies. Watching two pregnant women simultaneously squish between two racks of maternity dresses is both unsettling and hilarious. It involves a lot of bump bumping. There were also a decent amount of strollers. You know how I feel about strollers in crowded spaces (if not, click here).
After asking around, it became clear that there were
There were three lines: one for the candy bar, one for the mocktail bar and one to meet and greet Rosie (for anyone and everyone) after the press interviews were complete. I immediately jumped on the end of the candy bar line. It was slow moving and a little nerve-wracking being amongst so many hungry pregnant woman. A few people away from the treats, a non-pregnant, attractive 20-something approached me and asked whether I was craving chocolate, gummy or licorice. Her job was to get the candy for me. Nice touch. I awkwardly replied, "gummy...please." I skipped the mocktail bar, but it did look delicious. The bartenders (if that's what they are) were managing to churn out some fancy pants non-alcoholic beverages.
With my celophane bag of gummy bears and taffy, I strolled to the end of the meet and greet line. It was the longest line by far. And it wasn't moving. I craned my neck to the left and right to see exactly what I was waiting for. At last, there she was! Mrs. Rosie Pope. She was wearing a black lace dress, looking taller, paler and more beautiful than ever. And, bonus, Daron Pope was there too! Both Rosie and Daron looked exactly as they do on Bravo.
|Rosie and Daron Pope...and I shared a room (with hundreds of other people)|
I'll end it today with a photo of the meet and greet line...it was more of a meet and greet crowd.
Thursday I'll fill you in on Rosie herself and, of course, the clothes.