I've had a love affair with Sarah Jessica Parker for a long time. In my eyes she can do no wrong and anyone who calls her a horse is a dickhead! She rocks and not just because she was Carrie and introduced me to a myriad of designers when even Topshop was still out of reach.
As Carrie she was my dream. I wished I could be her. The way she wrote. Talking to herself. In short, sharp tones. Always questioning? She made me want to be a writer with my wild hair thrown a top my head wearing a mans button down shirt and builders socks while typing furiously on a Mac in the New York humidity.
She was living the dream and leading the way. Perfect in her absolutely obvious imperfectness! Wild and confused just like me. Apart from her unrealistic ability to afford Gucci-this and Manolo-that despite being on a freelance writers wage, she was flawless...
Carrie's gone and SJP has all but vanished apart from the odd red carpet appearance or a pap picture of her wearing crop jeans and holding her kids hands in New York. But I can still feel her presence. I ask her what she thinks when I wear a Tim Ryan fringed dress that my fella says makes me look like big bird. She says it's great and that he hasn't got a clue anyway. She's right and I listen... Sometime there are characters-real and fictional-who bound into your life and make an impact. They may go but they will always hold a little piece of your heart.
SJP I salute you, for being deadly and encouraging me to be brave and ridiculous in equal measure and to build up debt buying shoes I never wear... #NoRegrets