Okay. So the Romantic Times Booklovers convention is a week and a half away and I've already picked out all of my daywear... including shoes. I tried on a bazillion ensembles before deciding. What? It's a girl thing. It's also an image thing. I'm known for my unique style. I have a reputation to think about. *g* I know what I'm wearing for some of the nightime shows/parties too. More on that later, or better yet, pictures. After.
The one party that I'm not performing at is the Ellora's Cave Fantasy Party. What to wear? What to wear? Hmm. The fantasy aspect is every man's fantasy, I guess, as Ellora's Cave publishes erotic or spicy romance. Last year I went as a Catholic school girl complete with saddle oxfords. One of my fave costumes ever as it was so comfortable to dance in. So this year I toyed with the idea of being a cheerleader. Men fantasize about doing it, uh, being with a cheerleader, right? And hey, bonus, I'd get to wear comfy saddle shoes again. I was a cheerleader in high school (surprise) and believe it or not, I still have the uniform. So today I dug the green and white sweater and skirt out of the attic. Ah, the memories. Anyhoo...
Amazingly, the sweater still fits! A tad tight in the bosom area. I didn't really have bosoms when I was fifteen. I'm not all that 'blessed' now. I was less blessed as a teen. Where was I? Ah, yes. The sweater. So cute with the little cheerleader on the front and my name on the back. I got a small thrill out of the fact that I could actually fit into something that I wore when I was 15!
Then I picked up the skirt.
Uh. Wow. Holy cheese and crackers. It's like a size ONE. I'm talking teeny. I'm talking a waist the size of Scarlett's after she got squashed into that corset! I'd be lucky if I got the waist of that skirt around one of my thighs. Okay. I'm exaggerating. But not much. What? Did I weigh like 75 pounds?! I quickly flipped through an old scrapbook. Found a picture of me at fifteen in that cheerleading uniform. (No, I did not scan it.) I blinked. Was that me? Or one of the Olsen twins? I was a STICK! I ate, too. A lot. I don't want to be that young again but I wouldn't mind that metabolism. Jeez. Yes, I know, it's thirty years later. I've matured. Blossomed. Whatever. I'm still stunned that I was ever that skinny.
So. I am not going to be a cheerleader for the EC Fantasy Party. Back to my closet and attic to see what else I can find. That is after I run downstairs and show my husband my cheerleading uniform. The top portion anyway. ;)