surprisedI am going to Australia, and I have been nominated for the Campbell Award.
Because I am going to Australia, and I have been nominated for the Campbell Award, I am attending the Hugos.
Because I am attending the Hugos, I needed a dress.
Originally, I was having a dress made, but time got away from us, and now this year's fabulous pumpkin patch of a dress will be next year's fabulous pumpkin patch of a dress (which gives me something to look forward to in Reno). I wound up in the unexpected, somewhat awkward position of needing to find a formal dress at basically the last minute. Oh, and did I mention that I have a wacky build and wear a size 16-18 right now? SUPER-FUN.
Thanks to a fantastic crew (Kate, HappyCat, Jeanne) and a fantastic saleswoman at the Walnut Creek Nordstrom's, we found me a dress. Floor-length, one-shoulder, teal and peacock, Grecian-cut...seriously, I put this thing on, and I am suddenly both thirty pounds lighter and thirteen feet tall. It is A DRESS OF MAGIC.
Because I have a dress, I needed shoes and jewelry.
Due to the cut of the dress, a bracelet was mandated; no necklace, which eliminates most of my jewelry collection (I'm planning to carry a Chimera Fancies pendant in my strapless bra, because I am a superstitious bunny). I found a lovely blue and silver swirl bracelet, and ordered a pair of beautiful blue glass earrings from Beckett's Etsy store. My shoes are two-inch tarnished silver heels with a sling-back.
Because I have shoes, I need a pedicure. Because I have a formal dress, I need a haircut.
Being a girl is difficult, yo. But it's all going to be worth it. My little sister (#2, the gothic Betty Page) spent yesterday working out my makeup, and Cat and I are going to have our hair done before the Hugos. I will look like a princess. A weird blue princess who may have a chainsaw somewhere under there, but still, they don't depose you for that.
I am going to Australia, where I will wear my dress. To the Hugos, where my name is on the printed material.
Wow.
That is all.
August 17 2010, 04:28:58 UTC 6 years ago
I've never seen you post before, but I just friended you for this.
My office is littered with the absence of not only tie beer cans and jubblies but fish and light bulbs as well. Although I have been known to strap a dorsal fin on the back of my suit for Halloween and tell the judge I've dressed up as a lawyer. But not before the judge who once had her clerk go out during a trial and buy a pair of black socks so that, when the clerk returned, she could stop the trial, point to the otherwise appropriately dressed counsel's bright red socks, and say, "I find your socks in contempt. Now, put on these black ones!"
Think we might get along, unfashionably or otherwise?
August 17 2010, 12:06:34 UTC 6 years ago
Just be aware my journal is currently largely a sad place where I rant that my in laws are attempting to run my career (into the ground), and I do not yet have bar admission (long story, but the short of it is: when legal peoples tell you: Don't work full time and study for the bar, and you've been boxed into a situation where you HAD to work fifty hours a week while you were studying for the bar, you can understand why I am not confident I just passed), and stuff.
I do get more cheerful.