This morning I took my younger daughter to school, along with her latest school project: a contraption of waterwheels fashioned from disposable plastic plates, toothpicks, wooden skewers, an old ice cream container, a pulley used in sailing dinghies, and Daddy's old Meccano from when he was a boy. She has so much stuff to take in that she does it in two trips, leaving me to stand at the drop off point holding The Contraption.
How come everyone is looking at me? Oh, it's not because of The Contraption. It's because I'm wearing baggy olive tracksuit pants, the T-shirt I slept in, a navy jumper, and warm, old sheepskin boots. Also I haven't shaved (I did manage to comb my hair though). All the other parents are wearing office suits or immaculate day clothes. Seriously, those author photos are such a lie.
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lol That reminds me of a comment my niece made. Her Mum was concerned about going out wearing baggy jeans and no makeup. My niece (16) replied "You're old and married. It doesn't matter what you look like."
Yep, it's 5:00 pm and I'm still sitting here in my pajamas, checking blogs after an afternoon of editing. If I wanted to be a fashionista, I'd write for Glamour. I write novels. You do the math. ;)
Nancy, perhaps one of those pinup calendars featuring authors in what they really wear?
I'm not sure the world is ready for that, Gary. And do we really want to lose our mysterious auras?
Kids will always help us keep it "real," won't they?
I'm pretty sure any aura I may once have possessed is now destroyed. Oh well.
Kids are indeed perfect for connecting with reality! Or at least, what passes for reality if you're a kid...
Sarah, the expression on the faces was probably closest to bemusement. Possibly along the lines of, "What's that vagrant doing near the school?"
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