So I wore a Dress...
May. 10th, 2010 11:45 amIf you weren't at Uncle Hugo's at Saturday at 1:00 pm, you missed out on a rare sighting of Tate Hallaway in full, er, drag. Probably the best picture is actually up on Facebook provided by
haddayr. Maybe if you ask her really nicely, she'll post it on her LJ as well. But here is me, pre-event:

Take a good look at those heels. They're genuine f--- me pumps, clocking in at four inch heels, at least. Yes, I could stand in them.... walk, not so much, but I mostly sat at the signing -- giving everyone an awesome view of my not-unsubtantial cleavage.
The signing itself went pretty well. At this point in my career, especially with the last book in the series, I'm happy if anyone comes. I probably pulled in a dozen or more, which is okay, though nothing like a diva like me dreams of, or like I drew when it was the first novel. I guess the blush has worn off. *sigh*
It was respectable enough, apparently, for Don to invite me back in August. So ALMOST TO DIE FOR will have a signing venue. Hooray.
Other than that the weekend was pretty nice. Mother's day went well. Long ago, I decided that I was too selfish to share Mother's day, so we made up a holiday for me:
"Ima/Adoption Day" which is Dec. 5th, the day I legally adopted Mason. So yesterday was all about Shawn. She got breakfast in bed -- crepes, with homemade lemon custard and fresh strawberries -- and a booklet that Mason made in school, complete with pictures of mama's curly mop-hair. (Super-cute!) I remembered to call my own mother. Shawn called Grandma Margaret. Then for dinner, Shawn requested jambalyah (sp?) and homemade bread, which I made. It was a lot of yummy food, which is what I think Mother's day should be all about.
Friday was Mason's teacher conference day. That went well enough, too. Perhaps you will be stunned to hear this, but Mason isn't perfect. His handwriting needs work and he tends to opt for the quick and dirty solutions to English homework, (ie., where he could write a paragraph, he'll instead write something short and that barely fufills the assignment.) We're going to work on that with him, of course, but I recognize it as a problem with kids who are bright, but not necessarily what they call "high achievers," which means motivated by grades and getting teacher approval.
But, you know, if he were perfect what would we have to do, right? :-)
Hope y'all had a great weekend.
Take a good look at those heels. They're genuine f--- me pumps, clocking in at four inch heels, at least. Yes, I could stand in them.... walk, not so much, but I mostly sat at the signing -- giving everyone an awesome view of my not-unsubtantial cleavage.
The signing itself went pretty well. At this point in my career, especially with the last book in the series, I'm happy if anyone comes. I probably pulled in a dozen or more, which is okay, though nothing like a diva like me dreams of, or like I drew when it was the first novel. I guess the blush has worn off. *sigh*
It was respectable enough, apparently, for Don to invite me back in August. So ALMOST TO DIE FOR will have a signing venue. Hooray.
Other than that the weekend was pretty nice. Mother's day went well. Long ago, I decided that I was too selfish to share Mother's day, so we made up a holiday for me:
"Ima/Adoption Day" which is Dec. 5th, the day I legally adopted Mason. So yesterday was all about Shawn. She got breakfast in bed -- crepes, with homemade lemon custard and fresh strawberries -- and a booklet that Mason made in school, complete with pictures of mama's curly mop-hair. (Super-cute!) I remembered to call my own mother. Shawn called Grandma Margaret. Then for dinner, Shawn requested jambalyah (sp?) and homemade bread, which I made. It was a lot of yummy food, which is what I think Mother's day should be all about.
Friday was Mason's teacher conference day. That went well enough, too. Perhaps you will be stunned to hear this, but Mason isn't perfect. His handwriting needs work and he tends to opt for the quick and dirty solutions to English homework, (ie., where he could write a paragraph, he'll instead write something short and that barely fufills the assignment.) We're going to work on that with him, of course, but I recognize it as a problem with kids who are bright, but not necessarily what they call "high achievers," which means motivated by grades and getting teacher approval.
But, you know, if he were perfect what would we have to do, right? :-)
Hope y'all had a great weekend.
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Date: 2010-05-10 10:33 pm (UTC)