I have a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear

So, I have a wedding to go to this month, and it's outdoor, evening, "think Great Gatsby" event.

So I look in my closet. I have a lot of lovely outfits. Most of them are either velvet (not in June, outside!) or black (not for this wedding, no). There is that 1920's-style dress, but I'm not sure bright red and fringed is the statement I want to make.

[for laughs, I try it on. Yep, still fits. I need to find a reason to wear this thing again because I can actually DO bright red. Also, fringed flapper dress. Your argument is invalid.)

(And hrm, there's the impulse-buy purple. No, velvet, and also, floor length. Not the thing at all but I need to get nominated for something so I have an excuse to wear it.)

There's my stand-by summer weddings-and-cocktail party floral dress, which I adore... but two dry cleaners have't been able to get a stain out of it, and I'm only holding onto it because I can't bear to let it go. Shut up. It's a pretty dress. I look good in it. Stupid stain.

This, really, just says I need to go clothes shopping, right? Right?


[ I am an unapologetic clotheshorse....who happens to work at home and have a freelancer's budget. Buying new clothing is almost as much fun - and as dangerous - as buying new books.]


Oh. And I might need new shoes, too. Or at least, get my Cuban heels resoled...

Sale: The Devil's Jack

[this post is not a GiP to use my new icon, courtesy of otherpictures but hey, new icon!]


I have signed the contracts, so can officially officially say that I've sold "The Devil's Jack" (a Devil's West story) to John Joseph Adams for a yet-unannounced anthology.

Yay! Huzzah! Cue the happydance!




(all right, enough of that. stop it. no more dancing, you in the back. that's just embarrassing. stand down....)