Girl and I went shopping last week-end for the RITA awards which wrap up RWA’s National Conference. I happen to be nominated for one of those awards this year and it happens to be in Atlanta, so for the first time in my writing career, my family is attending the ceremony with me. At best I’ll win (y)(y), at worst it’s a good reason to buy a nice dress and drink champagne afterwords (y).

After our shopping trip, Girl and I each had to try on our dresses, complete with shoes, jewlery and evening bag for my husband when we got home. My dress is black (of course, my usual color of choice) with gold sequins around the neckline (NOT split to my navel or anything like that, fairly modest) which comes up like a halter but then criss-crosses in the back down to the waist. There is a split up the front right leg to about mid-thigh and it’s longer in the back which gives it that mini-train effect. The Girl said, “Oh, Mom, you look like a goddess.” I’m telling you, that kid has some imagination cause there’s nothing goddess-like about me, but, hey it was better than when I tried on another dress and she started singing the hip-hop song I’m in Love with a Stripper. “Mom, you look like a stripper and I’m not going anywhere with you in THAT.” Humph!

Anyway, I try on the dress for my husband.

DH: Oh, that’s nice. Uh…do you…uh, wear anything else with it? (He’s making hand gestures around his shoulders that would indicate a wrap or a shawl.)

Me: No. You wear it like this.

DH: Well, it’s nice but uh…don’t you sort of feel naked?

Me: No.

DH: Okay. As long as you don’t feel naked.

Me: (Trying very hard not to lol) I’ve got lots of time. If you don’t like this I can keep looking.

DH: Oh, no. I like it. You know I’d tell you if I didn’t like it. I just didn’t want you to feel naked or anything.

:p I’m keeping it. I s’pose I’ll keep him too. (f)