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It really should be illegal for a person to have so much Fabulousness in one single day.

Tuesday morning We set out for a day of shopping for ourselves, for others, and to have an audience with Ina.

(We're totally on a first name basis now.)

The day started with croissant and rich dark coffee. Strong coffee. Grow hair on your chest coffee. Give you a buzz for a week coffee.

Fabulous coffee.

Then it was to one of the Pinnacles of Fabulousness, Williams-Sonoma. How can you not love a store which sells food AND fabulous cookware AND fabulous linens AND so much fabulousness?

We were greeted by The Fabulous Sample Lady handing out little portion cups of sweetness, pushing the special of the day - cranberry relish.

I totally bought 2 jars.

Along with some pumpkin butter.

And a jar of sweet chestnuts.

And some table linens.

And an apron.

And it was Fabulous.

From there it was to The Fabulous Pottery Barn, The Fabulous Restoration Hardware, The Fabulous Garden Shop, The Fabulous Godiva Store (Sinfully Fabulous), The Fabulous Nordstrom (Fabulous - FABULOUS - shoes, Roy!), and many other Fabulous places in between.

All that Fabulousness was exhausting and made us hungry.

So it was off to the Trattoria for lunch. And lunch was a crispy salad with pasta puttanesca and crusty garlicky bread - all fabulous.

And the most Fabulous part of the Fabulous lunch? I spilled nary a drop on my shirt. Beyond being fabulous, that was a freaking miracle. The last thing I wanted was to be all spotty and messy for my new friend Ina.

Now, I am not the "star struck" kind of person. I mean, I once wandered onto a movie set by mistake and had the pleasure of meeting John Ritter. He was very nice and very funny and we had a great chat about movies and life in general. But I don't generally get excited over movie stars or the thought of meeting them. Although I will admit that if I were to run into Denzel Washington I might have a problenm putting a decent sentence together. And, you know, keeping my hands to myself. And I totally could not be responsible for my actions were I to meet say - Viggo Mortensen on the street. And I am pretty sure there would be personal contact violations if Mr. Mortensen just so happened to be all leathery and sweaty and dirty and wielding his sword like Arragorn.

Mmmmm... Fabulous.

But I digress.

But when it comes to famous folk of the Food variety, I do have a desire to meet and converse with these people just out of total admiration and respect. So when I found out Ina Garten was coming to Seattle for a book signing, I could not pass up the opportunity to at least say 'Hello' and perhaps share a food anecdote or two and quite possibly arrange a nice lunch at her Fabulous home in The Hamptons.

And Ina was Fabulous. She was more darling in person than she is on television and she was completely genuine and kind. We had just enough time to talk about her latest book, about catering, about restaurant life and about how Fabulous it was that I didn't spill on my shirt during lunch.

Shortly after leaving the University of Washington Bookstore I promptly dropped a partially melted Godiva truffle down the front of me which left a lovely trail of dark chocolate all over the front of my shirt.

And even so, life was still Fabulous.

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