Shoppin' for L.A. -- Robin & Eve

[If you’re attending the national SCBWI conference this weekend, head on over to GottaBook to find out the time and place for a kidlit blogger meet-up. Plus, you’ll discover what FAKDN@SSC! stands for.]

ROBIN:
While most people have been getting ready for the national SCBWI conference by getting their hair and nails done, I’ve been preparing by shopping for pajamas!

Every year, the three of us share a hotel room (in a Three’s Company sort of way…even though Eve never lets me be Chrissy! Waaahhh!). And every year I go to bed in an oversized sweatshirt and way-too-warm sweatpants so Jay doesn’t have to witness…well, let’s just say there are certain things he doesn’t need to see! But Evie, on the other hand, always looks completely freaking adorable in her completely freaking adorable pajamas.

So I confided in her the other day, that I, too, would like to prance around all cute-like, but that I needed pajamas that would be…you know…supportive. Ahem. So Evie introduced me to the wonders of adorable pajama tank tops at Victoria’s Secret that are very supportive. But being the spendthrift I am, I promptly replicated the cute Victoria’s Secret outfit at Ross (Dress for Less!) down the street for a tenth of the cost. Woo-hoo!

When I got home that night, my husband peeked in the bag after I told him what I had purchased. He said, “You mean you bought cute pajamas…for Jay!?” Then he shrugged his shoulders and added, “For some reason, that makes perfect sense.”

So now I can safely prance about our room all cute-like without worrying that I’ll have to sleep in a rain proof snow suit. I’m ready! Can't wait to see y'all there!


EVE:
Training for this year’s annual SCBWI conference has been tough. To look and feel our best we’ve been busy resting, tanning, working out, painting our nails, and getting our hair done. And the other day, Robin and I endured a major pre-conference crisis when I tried on my “By the Light of the Silvery Moon” party ensemble for the first time. I stared at the mirror in horror when I saw my own silvery moon hanging out the bottom of the dress. Then the phone rang. It was Robin. Same problem! And it was waaay too late to find another outfit.

Though the DMs are used to showing skin at these events, we try to limit it to body parts that won’t get us arrested. What to do, what to do? So, Robin zipped over to my house and we ran around town searching for something…anything!...that would cover our ass-ets, but not compromise the continuity of the outfits. We finally came upon something to wear under the outfit that matches perfectly (and will save us our dignity). However, we still needed a final test. We zipped back to my house and dressed head-to-toe in our silvery best. When Robin said, “Ready…GO!” we jumped, screamed, and danced around like the fools that we are. The ensemble held up through The Cabbage Patch, The Sprinkler, and The Running Man. We discovered that as long as we avoid doing handstands or The Worm, we’re pretty safe. Crisis averted! All is well.

(As a bonus, our show got rave reviews from the golfers on the 7th green peering through my bedroom window. D’oh!)

Practicing similar moves
in our hotel room last year.