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    Tuesday, May 3, 2011

    The High Fashion World of Turtle Ownership

    Roger and Molly are here! They are three-year-old (approximately) Colorado native ornate box turtles. I brought them home last Wednesday even though it meant rushing around to get their habitat together instead of emptying my entire closet onto my bed in preparation for the Pikes Peak Writers Conference which started Thursday.

    When it comes to packing for out-of-town conferences, I usually start a week in advance. Try everything I own on. Go buy shapewear. Try everything I own on over new, lung-constricting undergarments. Go buy new clothes. Pack my suitcase with well-planned, coordinating outfits and enough girdles to do my grandma’s hourglass figure proud.

    But since this conference was in town, and I spent the week before planning and executing a certain someone’s spectacular Easter/animal birthday party extravaganza, I left everything till the last minute.

    At this point I would like to ask my beloved, hard-working husband to STOP READING THIS POST.

    So, for those of you who are not Kory—

    Imagine my consternation, after spending over $200 to outfit Roger and Molly in their new digs, only to discover that I had no idea what I’d be wearing to the conference the next day.

    I panicked. I went to Target and bought a black shell, an indiscriminate assortment of body-squeezing underwear, and an odd, blue shirt.

    Back home, I frantically yanked clothes out of my closet, crammed my arm into pair after pair of black tights to check for holes, and ironed my jean jacket, of all things.

    Then I carefully assembled what appeared, at 1 AM, to be stylish outfits.

    The next day I got up, decided I had a blind engineer’s fashion sense, wore something entirely different, and was late to the conference.

    I never wore the black shell. I never wore the odd, blue shirt.
    I did wear the Spanx, of course.

    I think I did all right. No one asked me to go home and change. But I’ll let you in on a secret. No matter what I’m wearing, I always feel about as dignified as this poor creature.

    Speaking of poor taste, we're having an edible turtle contest over at The Dragon and the Turtle. Stop by. It's not as horrible as you think!


    Amy (ArtsyBookishGal) said...

    My dad had (and still has) a bunch of turtles and tortoises and terrapins growing up, even incubating and hatching their eggs. I always appreciated the beauty of the ornate box turtles. :)

    Beth K. Vogt said...

    Ah, E,
    The fashion stress we writers face.
    But I'm thinking, that turtle-doily thingy in red just might work for you . . .

    Sonia said...

    Okay, so I don't know what's making me laugh more, Evageline's post or Beth's comment. The next time the two of you decide you want to go out for margaritas, or anywhere really, please invite me. I can guess I will just sit there laughing all night. I won't even need to participate in the conversation!

    crownring said...

    Turtle power! :D

    Congrats on Molly and Roger! And on not wearing the odd blue skirt to the conference.