My First Preppy Guest Blogger

Happy Tuesday!

Don't forget to enter my Preppy Sorority Giveaway from yesterday (if you are not in a sorority keep reading, there are other chances to win).

I LOVE Queen Bee Swain. If I had a little sister I think it would be her. We first bonded over our love for the prep life. If you don't read her blog you are missing out! She is a fun, terrific writer and all around cute class act!
http://queenbeeswain.blogspot.com/

So without further ado I'll let her continue with my Preppy celebration:

Just look at this adorable golf picture, I think it says it all!

I caught up with QBS and my burning first question:

When did you first realize you were a preppy?

 

"Not until early June, 1997 when I found my mother’s copy of the Preppy Handbook.  I still remember that exact moment and subsequent obsession for the rest of the summer (although it never has really waned) with the book.  It should have struck me as odd that my childhood in a liberal university town comprised of golf and tennis in place of softball (we would laugh and honk at the kids playing on summer evenings as we went off to the CC to play a few holes and then go for a dip in the pool), ski trips to Taos, Pagosa Springs and Durango when all of the other kids got to go to Disney during Easter Break, a mother that wore fur-coats over her pj’s to return videos in the middle of a blizzard, watching my father play in the finals of the Men’s City golf championships, a grandmother who was a delegate for our state at many presidential RNCs, a home full of my mother’s side’s (the Southerners) antique silver and duck-motif everywhere applicable and lots of emphasis on manners, charm and noblesse oblige; but it didn’t.  I was already living the dream (saying this with my tongue-in-cheek) before I even knew what the dream was!  Thank goodness my mother had TOPH so I was officially able to understand what I “was.”

And thankfully she did! I told you she is cute. Check out her blog for a chance to win a copy of my novel Social Climbers.

xoxo

SC