Panic Bound

As the blood finally starts to flow back to my brain from a lovely three day weekend, I realize that Nationals is just around the corner! Well…sort of…okay, not really. It’s still three weeks away, but it feels much closer than that.

This morning, as I gulped my coffee, I frantically tried to think of what I was going to wear. Really people, this is what I did at five o’clock this morning. I started counting outfits in my brain.

Okay, I have those two blouses, oh and those other two I bought last year for that other conference, but what about pants? Are cargos cool to wear for a conference? They damn well better because I don’t want to sweat. Oh my God, what about my shoes? How am I going to fit all of my shoes in two suitcases? Okay, I just won’t bring the boots (I’d kill myself in them anyway). Oh man…what about my make-up and my Chi? ARGH!

Because now I realize I have to go shopping. I really hate shopping, y’all. It chafes my butt. I hate trying on clothes because I think everything I try on sucks. Now if I’m shopping for someone else, I’m all into it. Me? Everything sucks. I look like a heifer. That makes my butt look big. This makes me look like a ghost. I’m not wearing THAT, it’s hideous!

I find so much to complain about when I’m looking for “dressy” clothes. If it’s jeans and T-shirts, I will grab at will because dude…it’s T-shirts! Those are always in style and comfortable and you can get them in so many sizes!

And jeans? Well…okay, jeans are a little harder for me. I’m 5’4″ which is a respectable height, I guess, but I have a lot of junk in my trunk. Finding clothes that fit the butt don’t fit the waist, or are too long and I don’t sew. But I will wear baggy jeans with no problem. It’s a product of my grunge youth. I actually have a pair of jeans I wear to work that I can put on and take off without unbuttoning and I’m cool with that. I just don’t put anything in my pockets.

But apparently we’re supposed to look profession at the conference. At least that’s what I understand. I wonder if authors of yore had this problem? I would’ve thought being a tortured writer meant you could dress…you know, eccentrically. I can do eccentric! I have some of those very baggy strappy pants teenagers used to wear (before skinny jeans). I can do the…well, okay maybe not. I am 34.

Eh. I’m going to give myself grey hair over this, I just know it. Of course you’ll never see the grey hair because I’m going to color it. So that’s okay. But clothes…meh. I suppose I’ll find something, but if you see me limping around it’s because of the shoes. If you see me pulling at my blouse, it’s because the collar/material/cut of it is killing me. If you see me pouting, it’s probably because my jeans and T-shirts are at home…waiting for me to return.

What do you worry about for conferences? And isn’t it strange that I’m more worried about this than I am about meeting agents and the like?


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4 responses to “Panic Bound

  1. Is it strange that you worry about your clothes instead of meeting agents & such? Nope. But then, I worry about EVERYTHING.

    I’m not going to Nationals this year (kind of wish I were, would like to meet you!), but I did the same thing at the RT Convention. Especially for the evening festivities. I like comfortable. Unfortunately comfortable isn’t always fashionable or appropriate!

    I’m with you on the clothes shopping, too. I hate it. I hate shopping with someone even more. It’s just a depressing adventure for me.

    Oh – and thanks for the award. Now I gotta figure out what to say on my blog!

  2. KAK

    Last year pre-National, I posted about “A Writer’s Personal Brand: What Is Your Attire Selling” over on my Tempestuous Fantasies blog.

    I was all about pencil skirts and stilettos for the conference, but I wear them because I *like* them and feel they represent me. It’s that last bit that’s most important about what you wear to Nationals. You don’t have to be a “business casual” lemming. If jeans and t-shirts are your thing, then wear them. Try a pair of dark-wash or white jeans, an embellished fitted T, and a conversation-starting accessory.

    As long as you don’t suffer epic deodorant-fail, you’ll attract all sorts of fun folks … regardless of your attire.

    • Thank you, KAK. I like pencil skirts, but they don’t look as cool with flip-flops. And I’m almost positive I shouldn’t suffer deodorant failure…I’ll even pop back up to the room once in a while to reapply it (cause I freak out like that).

  3. KAK is ALWAYS dressed up!!!!!!!!!!!! She always looks so pretty and I made that comment to her lately! As for me~I’d totally be black pants and little glitsy tops. I too am 5’4″ with NO junk in my trunk….only to be a Kardashian!

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