I went a little AWOL this weekend. Mr. JaC was out of town, so I had the weekend to myself, and I spent most of it reading Pros (plus some HP and DS) and working on making various DVDs I'd promised to various folk who are coming to Connexions. In typical fashion for me, I got obsessed with designing the perfect DVD case cover inserts and was lost in the minutiae of Paint Shop Pro for many an hour. With Connexions fast approaching - the anniversary of my first-ever con, and a local con for me; and with my #discourse friends descending en masse - I find myself twitchy and restless, unable to focus on much of anything.
The point being, I woefully neglected my betaing, email-returning, and LJ-comment-responding tasks, for which I apologize to all and sundry (I haven't even squeed properly about the fact that
brooklinegirl and
estrella30 are coming to Connexions - what a con this will be!). I do intend to do all that, hopefully within the next few days.
Anyway, I left the house only briefly - on Saturday, to go shopping with
smaragdgrun for Connexions clothes. Or more specifically, for porn-girl clothes (who used that term the other night on chat? Was it
byob_kenobi? No, I think it was
brooklinegirl) for the banquet on Saturday night. Now let me just say, I am so not an exhibitionist by nature. I kind of squirm when I feel like I'm being looked at. So why is it that for each con I let Smara push my limits just a little farther?
I had in mind something suitably fannish - maybe leather, or a bustier, or something with sequins and sparkles and fishnets. Maybe something vaguely gothy, even though I'm not at all gothy looking (though Smara did get me into a purple girly-goth kind of dress at Zcon). But of course, I ended up with something entirely different, something I never even could have imagined beforehand. All I'll say for now is that it involves silver lamé pants. Tight silver lamé pants. And hot pink. And silver shoes. And did I mention the pants are tight? Oh, and I even got a new navel ring to go with it (well, bar really, not ring), with a sparkly iridescent rhinestone, even thugh my navel probably won't show.
Yes, I admit it, I'm gonna look like a Starsky & Hutch BOTW. Well, my clothes are, anyway!
And it's all because of Smara. I let her do it to me again. And I'm sure this won't be the last time - she's evil, I tell you, evil! *g* Though I will admit, once we found the pants, the rest of the outfit fell into place so neatly and so perfectly that it was almost eerie.
Ah well, I know it'll be fun. I'll just hide behind her. Actually, in this get-up I don't think hiding will be possible. No, I won't hide - instead I will take on my Smara-assigned role of silver-lamé-pants-wearer for the fannish community with pride, and I will squee my little fangirl heart out. Oh, I can't wait!
Oh, and while I was out with Smara (at the tattoo parlor where I got the new navel ring, actually), I also decided to get a second piercing in my left ear. But when I got home I decided I hated it - it was too close to my first piercing, and my regular earrings, which tend to be either largish hoops or dangly things (in order to show in my hair, which is curly and kind of fluffy), pushed it into an awkward position, and the stainless capture bead hoop the guy put in was very thick and looked pretty ugly next to my regular earrings. So I took it out. Now I'm thinking maybe the second hole should be much higher up my ear? Is there anyone out there with multiple ear piercings who regularly wears bigger or dangly earrings in their "main" hole? If so, what do you do with the others?
My stomach is filled with pre-Connexions butterflies ....