Monday, July 24, 2006

Totally Shallow RWA Clothing Post

Only one more day before we hit the road. I've got to get serious about outfit planning for the National Conference, or at least what parts of it I can participate in. I get to meet my awesome agent for the first time (yay!), but my sister has expressly forbidden me from wearing my Harry Potter polyjuice potion skirt on that momentous occasion. My sister also would not let me make myself a new skirt out of children's novelty fabric to wear, even though it's hot pink with saucy black kitties. She says there's a time to be myself and a time to look like a normal person.

She'll probably make me wear a khaki skirt and plain knit top. Not even my T-shirt that says "I Heart My Meankitty". Man. I think I'll sneak and paint my toenails ten different colors. Maybe she won't notice.

Decisions, decisions. How does one strike an agreeable balance between business attire, personality, comfortable shoes, and Atlanta's July weather? I was *going* to strike that balance with a hot pink kitty skirt, but I was DE-nied. I'm just glad I don't have to come up with a RITA/GH dress this year. Two years ago I wore vintage Eva Gabor that gave me the cleavage of Eva Gabor, which was a lot of fun. Also, which would not fit me now, because I'm much more Eva than two years ago. Five years ago, when I was pregnant with DD #1, I wore a vintage tiki evening gown from the mid-sixties, which was also a lot of fun, even though if http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/ had seen it, they would have had a heyday.

Ok, I lied, I'm not glad. I'm jealous of everyone going to the RITAs because (contrary to my typical appearance in sweats and t's) I love clothes and love dressing up and haven't gotten a chance to indulge in the feminine giddiness of perfect shoes, perfect new dress (ok, perfect vintage dress), the perfect jewelry, and so on since the last time I attended the RITAs. I keep asking all my buds, "So what are you wearing to the RITAs? Huh? Huh?" and those sensible wenches are like, "I dunno, some dress, or maybe dress slacks," and I cringe inside.

I think my DE-niedness calls for a new pair of shoes, at the very least. Everyone, please be sure to post all your great RITA pictures, okay? I would love to do the RITA fashion round-up, and I promise not to do it FUGLY style!

Oh, btw, lovely, mint condition, blue-grey, full length vintage gowns with jeweled collars and chiffon sashes that are pretty much the find of the century, back when I could regularly go to thrift stores? Should not be hung anywhere MEANKITTY can access them.

Signed,
Typing Slave

3 comments:

Michelle said...

Definitely you are owed the new shoes. Have fun, I'm trying not to be too green because I'm going next year.

Edie said...

Typing Slave, I think your Meankitty clothes would go over great! Almost every romance writer I know loves cats. 'Course, it might be a different story with agents and editors. We know about Miss Snark's poodle.

Kukka-Maria said...

Any situation that requires you to fold up your freak-flag is no place I want to be! Let that freak flag fly, baby!

So sayeth The Empress.