My BlogHer Babbling!SOCIAL MEDIA | Nirasha Jaganath | August 15, 2010 at 8:37 pm
So I made it to BlogHer and I made it back. If you read my Girlfriend’s Guide To BlogHer you would be wondering if I really ate my own dog food. And to not keep you in suspense, yes I did. BlogHer was a blur but I expected it to be.
What I wore
- T-shirt with my logo (if I am forking out money to be there I better promote myself ) and my twitter id (which makes me easier to find). This became a no-brainer uniform and made it simple and easy to dress each day.
- No makeup, except if some party people were dressing me up. This is because I suck at makeup and somehow sweat and makeup just don’t mix. But mainly because if you know me I am not really a makeup kinda gal.
- Flip-flops. Seriously the best decision ever and my feet have thanked me for it.
- Confidence. I mean I would have to or all those awesomely clad women dressed in evening wear would have intimidated me, but it did not.
What I did
- I (mentally) made a note of what I wanted to do for sure, what I would like to do and and what I could skip if time was the issue.
- I volunteered at registration so that I could save on conference fee and also meet more people – but really over 6 hours commitment is steep so it left me with little time to do much else.
- I attended this year with my best friend who is now dabbling in blogging. We go way back to pre-marriage days (or as I call it – My skinny days). This made so many things very special.
- I went with the flow. I did not feel compelled to run anywhere to meet anyone or attend any event. I felt if the event was workable I would attend it. If I happened to see a fellow blogger, old or new, I would hug her. No expectations and no disappointments.
My surprises this year
- While on the Kodak bus tour I got a message that my husband’s mom passed away. Most of Thursday was a blur of trying to make things work as we figured it out. I tried hard not to mention anything to anyone (death is such a downer in any conversation) as we were trying to figure out how he could get in time overseas to attend the funeral, while relatives were putting their foot down about waiting for a son to attend his mom’s funeral. Yes it is ten times more cruel than that sounded.
- Seeing Anissa at the Aiming Low party. I actually attended the party in the hope of catching a glimpse of her. Even though I knew she would be speaking – I also expected it to be one crowded room. When I saw Anissa seated on the couch my heart sang while my eyes welled up. As I tried to maintain my composure as I spoke to Anissa, the past 11 years flashed back of sitting next to my mom after her stroke. Every fiber of my body was alive as I relived moments I had tucked away safely. My mom died shortly after but Anissa is very much alive. When I see Anissa I feel strength and a zest and to hug her is my one treasured moment at BlogHer. It made attending it worth it.
- Finding myself invited to many private parties. I consider myself the blogger-next-door so it was interesting to see myself in many events listed as VIP events. A friend recently joked “You’re an A lister with a B complex” and I wondered why that felt funny. Not haha funny but weird funny. I was keen to attend those parties (seriously you would too) but found myself feeling guilty. Guilty that many of my buddies were not invited. Being a strong believer in not making someone make me feel like I don’t belong I attended each party but wondered if everyone was staring at me thinking “what the heck is she doing here” or maybe they were staring at my flip-flops wondering “why does she have poor taste in fashion”. Trying to make sure that I am the blogger who always keeps her feet on the ground – it is freaking scary to see amazing projects and invitations sent my way and pray that I still keep my ideas grounded and friends rooted.
See you in San Diego for BlogHer11!
PS – I plan to have a few recaps for special days that deserved a separate post. You will be reading, won’t you?