When it comes to a glamorous life, most writers live much like I do. An exciting day includes cleaning up after the dog and sniffing things in the frig to see if we dare heat them up again. In winter I live in sweats and yoga pants. In summer it’s exercise shorts and tees. Not exactly the stuff fantasies are made of.
When we go to RWA each summer, however, we do glam it up a little. There are agency dinners and publisher parties; booksignings and then the big ceremony when they announce Rita winners. Which means we’re packing dressy clothes, the likes of which rarely make it out of our closets the rest of the year.
Since I detest shopping, getting ready for the conference usually has me looking in my closet the day before I’m going to leave and then maybe dashing downtown to the lone women’s shop in a desperate hope to fill any voids in my wardrobe. I’m all about being prepared <g>. This year I did score a gorgeous three-piece suit in a silver jungle print and a new jacket. I was able to do some mix and matching with what I already had and woo-la. Ready to go.
There was still the long gown needed for Rita night. Time to check another closet, wincing as I remembered that I didn’t have anything altered after I lost weight. Grabbed a long black halter gown with lots of gathers and asked my husband to zip me up. The look on his face was comical. “You look beautiful,” he breathed. (It must have been the gym socks I was wearing with it. It’s all about accessorizing.) “I never get to see you dressed up like this.”
I pointed out to him that a) He has disgracefully low standards of beauty and b) He needs to take me to nicer places <g>.
The conference, when we got there, was a whirlwind of sightseeing, workshops, dinners, and parties (with *lots* of dancing). I never had a chance to slip into the lone pair of gym shorts I packed.
It’s fun to try on the glamorous life for a few days. It’s even better to get back home, decompress and get back to my normal routine. And there was actually something in the frig that could pass for dinner tonight. I ate it wearing gym shorts. All in all, back to normal <g>.
Do you have a glamorous alter ego? What occasion(s) have you getting dressed to kill?
Here are a few pics from last week:
Top: A house on ‘Wisteria Lane’ at Universal Studios. Only a front, of course. Below is a view of the sea wall, taken from the helicopter Cindy and I took to Catalina Island. Both were fun days!