
Two weeks ago, Colleen and I packed up our body bags full 'o hoodies and took the northeast by storm. In the interest of full transparency - or more aptly, in the hope that any students at these universities who happen to read this will call their bookstores and sweetly insist that they place their spring orders ASAP - we met with Brown, UPenn, FIT, and NYU. As usual, I fell in love with every one of them for very different reasons...
[Colleen on the train to Providence:]

First, there was Bonnie at Brown, the sweetest descendent of Irishmen I've ever met, who told us all about how Emma Watson and Donatella Versace's daughter have been chilling in the bookstore (OK, not together, and not really "chilling")... and yes, I am in the middle of a very nice hand-written note to her publicist explaining precisely why she needs our Brown Varsity Cardigan. If she wouldn't mind wearing it on a day when the 'ratzis are following her, wonderful, thank you!

Bonnie also shared the challenges of selling family merchandise for Brown, since it inevitably results in such un-PC products as "BROWN KID" and "BROWN GRANDMA" t-shirts. I laughed about 3 minutes longer than I should have.
FIT and NYU are just going to be insanely fun in 2010. All I have to say is, Broadway is gonna have 2 new windowdressers in town by the names of Colleen and Rachel, and it is gonna be beautiful.
Our day at UPenn was a highlight... we met everyone from the very kind bookstore buyers, Nicole and Lew, to a delightful group of administrators by the names of Ilene, Christopher, and Marie. There were multiple fashion shows required of Colleen and I, and they very generously invited us to come back to their campus for the launch. Christopher even wants me to read from my senior thesis in Women's Studies, despite the fact that no one has ever read it besides my Women's Studies advisor and that it's entirely about the bra as a symbol of feminism's internal debates...actually he may not know that part yet.
Rachel vs. Body Bag, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I think I got away with falling over on the escalator because I was wearing a gold trench:

Yes, I cry sometimes after wonderful meetings and UPenn was one of them. I think after spending a week lugging an 80 pound suitcase all over Manhattan, and a year and half trying to sell the world on my dream, it was overwhelming to encounter some very experienced people who just really, truly,
got it. When you spend so much time brushing off criticism and small failures, a validation like the one we felt from UPenn just made us want to float back to Manhattan on air... or, on 3 vodka martinis and a business class Amtrak seat! Woo!

Above, Rachel post-urgent wardrobe change in the middle of a midtown Kinko's.... Colleen and I taking our shirts off in the corner was probably the most excitement those dudes got that day!
A very special thank you to Faran Krentcil of NYLON Magazine for reminding me about the beauty of the information age: we don't have to wait to be famous.
With that in mind, I'm tweeting, folks. Follow me @schoolhouseinc !
XO
Rachel