Thursday, March 19, 2009

Why the Tie (Booksigning Post 2)

As I mentioned last week, Crow Mother and I had spent a good deal of last Tuesday planning what I would wear to the book signing, the night it was originally scheduled. We decided on a black, stretch pencil skirt, black sweater with a fake fur collar and my baby doll patent leather pumps. The look is smart and sophisticated, with a bit of a 50s pin up girl edge. Pauline is definitely smart and sophisticated with some kind of an edge.

Scroll down to the post below this. Go ahead. (doo bee doo bee doooooooo....Back? Excellent.) Bet that didn't look like a black sweater or kinda 50s pin-up girlish to you, did it? Yeah...

We had to leave the house at 5:05 p.m. At 5:05 p.m., I was climbing into the Pobble Mobile. Yay! When I felt a rip. Boo! I jumped out of the jeep, lifted my coat and demanded Lithus tell me what had just ripped. Sure enough ~ it was the seam of my skirt...all the way up.

So I go tearing into the house, stripping as I storm up to the bedroom. Now, since my outfit has, at this point, been planned for a week, everything else I might feel comfortable presenting Pauline wearing is either dirty or unironed. Plus, it's pouring rain. And the longer I stare at my closet, the later I am getting.

The second option Crow Mother and I had come up with was a pair of black pants and sharp white shirt. The pants in question are dirty BUT! My black pinstripe pants are clean and have spandex in them. I shook them out hard and called it ironed. Only to discover that all my white dress shirts are dirty.

You know one of the best things for women about being married? The second wardrobe.

I grabbed Lithus's white dress shirt out of his closet, rolled the sleeves and threw on an armfull of bangles to spiff it up a bit. As I'm leaving the bedroom, I say to him "I wish I had a skinny black tie." A flick of his wrist later and I have a skinny black tie. We even got it on me without too much drama (although the words "you're the man; you're supposed to know how to do this!" did come out of my mouth, much to my embarrassment. I've decided the Pobble is a loving and wonderful wife; Pauline is a real bitch. digressing...)

And we walked out of the house at 5:17. Twelve minutes total. To put together a look that got raves all night. *whew* When clusterfucky ends well. ;)

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.


Dennis R. Upkins said...

"You know one of the best things for women about being married? The second wardrobe."

That was the best line ever.

Excellent story. So glad it worked out.

Nemeria said...

Great outfit! And I don't think I've told you how incredibly proud I am of what you've accomplished. I'm excited to be your friend and share in all your, for lack of a better word, wow wow wow wow wow!

traci said...

Uh, yea, that second wardrobe thing only works if your significant other is somewhere close (and I use that term loosely) to your size.

I'm so glad you had a good time sweetie!

2 Dollar Productions said...

First, congratulations on getting the book signing under your belt (and tie as the case may be). That is awesome.

And way to roll with the punches because I've never been heading to an important event, been dressed and then had my pants split up the back. Ha. I would probably have been a little more crazed. Good clothing choices on both fronts.

Krystal said...

I'm so glad the book signing went well!!

I frequently sleep in my second wardrobe! LOL!

Rose said...

Great! You look comfortable signing the books...

nRT said...

Congratulations...A flippen book signing. I'm so happy for you.
Pobble and/vs Pauline, it must be nice to be able to step out of your comfort zone (or turf a clusterfuck) and be/blame someone else.
Can't wait to go to my local book store and find your book.

Gay Soldier's Husband said...

Clusterfucky rarely works out so well, so kudos on that. And it's in those crazy, stressful, time-pinched moments when alter-egos love to assert themselves (Clay will DEFINITELY attest to this...)

Hermes said...

Congratulations. The look was good, all ended well. But consider going with the ripped skirt next time. Nothing is as authoresque as eccentricity. Showing up to a book signing in tatters qualifies.

BostonPobble said...

Dennis R. ~ Glad you liked the line. It ain't nothing but the truth.

Nemeria ~ *sniff* I am equally as proud to call you my friend. Hope you know that.

Traci ~ I've always been lucky there, I guess. My guys have always been big enough chested that I can at least wear their shirts, which was really all I cared about in this moment. lol

Krystal ~ The second wardrobe does indeed make great pajamas, doesn't it?????

Rose ~ It took a couple but then, yeah, I did get comfortable. It was really cool. Did you find the link over there?

Winrob ~ It always makes my day when you stop by. Thanks for sticking by me and for your constant support. Hope you enjoy the story!

DGSH ~ I've gotten really lucky on the clusterfucky working out recently. Glad to know I'm not the only one with an alter-ego.

GOML! ~ Somehow, I think I have eccentricity enough without showing up with my ass hanging out. However, if I should ever be right on the edge between not eccentric enough and the perfect amount of authoresque eccentricity, I will happily take your advice and sacrifice a skirt to the cause. Glad to see you back.