The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels

by Donna Poulton

The Pioneer Woman is my favorite blogger. I admit that I check her blog every day and I care about Charlie, Kitty Kitty, the Pesky Brother-in-law and of course the illusive Marlboro Man, but most of all I enjoy Ree’s stream of consciousness ramblings about the ranch and her life. She is a gal’s gal, the sister I never had, the best friend who lives 345 miles from me. How can you not like a woman who admits to a huge crowd that she’s wearing two Spanks products and can’t breathe or asks if she can borrow someone’s anti-static cling spray? And she admits to cooking with mountains of butter with no apology. 

The Pioneer Woman was in town to promote her book The Pioneer Woman: High Heels to Tractor Wheels, an autobiography filled with hilarious mishaps as this city girl falls for a handsome cowboy and moves to the country. The event felt like a high school reunion, not a book signing—the common denominator was charismatic Ree Drummond.  She was funny, disarmingly candid, charming and brave enough to belt out an Ethel Merman imitation of the song “There’s no Business Like Show Business.”

This event was sponsored by the King's English Bookshop:

Photo courtesy of Jenny Lyons.