I am not and never have been a fan of fancy dress. I'm not good at it, and it requires so much effort.
It's why I'm not keen on snow skiing. So much work goes into getting all the gear on; then you go out for a while, fall over, come back and take it all off again. What's the point?
But now I'm a member of the Romance Writers of Australia I have to get into the swing of things. The annual conference cocktail party in August is fancy dress. Last year's theme was Arabian nights. I could do that with an exotic scarf, harem pants, top and sandals bought from the Op-shop. My outfit was appropriate but by no means outstanding. My romance writing peers really know how to play dress ups!
This year's cocktain party theme is Fantasy Island, where attendees are encouraged to dress as their favourite fantasy. It's not compulsory, but I'd feel like a piker if I didn't make an effort.
I suppose my big fantasy is going to the Oscars because the movie of my book (I will write it one day) is nominated for best film. It stars Cate Blanchett, Emily Blunt or Amy Adams in the heroine role and Clive Owen, Mark Ruffalo or Will Smith as the hero.
Then there's the champagne-filled bath afterwards...
An easier option would be to carry around my mobile phone all night, waiting for 'the call'!
Leave it with me.
