I have to admit it. One of my favorite parts about my career in public relations is: The Parties. More aptly, it is the act of responding to invitations that I enjoy with hearty look-forward-to-it-ness. I was out of the office for the larger portion of this week, and thus, had quite a few invites on my desk. Despite the pile of deadlines and looming unfinished business, I had a smile on my face because of the possibilities that awaited me. I finished all my deadlines, (well except for the press release – it is still awaiting edits)…and attacked the pile of invitations like a piece of candy just waiting to be unwrapped. Invitations are like crack for a publicist.
They come in all shapes and sizes, all heralding different events with new people, at interesting venues. Unfortunately, they are not always held different dates or times, and sometimes overlap with each other, which makes scheduling a bit hectic. However, the best part is imagining the coming weeks unfold with the paper itself. A bright colored large format glossy stock indicating an art opening; a purple, matted heavy stock with a fundraiser; a handwritten invitation sharing a private reception with the Mayor (my favorite of them all!) and a gorgeous post card whispering about a fine jewelry collection launch.
The best part is they want me there, little me, non-art expert, campaign supporter who may buy a bauble or two at Macy’s but not the maximum, premium pendants so elusive and exclusive. Me. Just me, and my new shoes, and crisp business cards, and bright smile… Now, all I have to figure out is what to wear, what to do, how to fit it all in to the SCHEDGGGE... Back to work people. The pressure is on again.
Work Shoes
Don't try this at home, folks.
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