Last summer when I tried on the 1970s bride’s maid’s dress I have used for years for Renaissance Festival, I . . . ahem . . . couldn’t get it zipped. Sigh. My age is catching up with me. The last time I attended the American Christian Fiction Writer’s conference, a number of the historical and fantasy writers came to the banquet in costume. Hmm. I’m promoting a book set in the sixteenth century. A new dress could do double duty for Ren Fair and ACFW. Life is always more fun when you dress the part.
Lacing holes were a pain. Teasing the hole big enough to slide the grommet in, but not so big that it couldn’t grip fabric on all sides, left my fingers sore. I had trouble coming up with a ninety-six inch shoe lace until I realized--that's a skate lace! I had an extra pair in my skating bag. Of course, I couldn't try the dress on for a fitting until the eyelets were done, and then I needed someone around to lace me in. These dresses were not designed for the independent-minded. Praise God for the invention of the zipper
Nevertheless a good time was had by all. The girls from my Sunday school class admired my finery. I read a few scenes from the book and showed slides of my research in Wales. The library served coffee and goodies. My daughter sold books and I signed them.
I’m looking forward to the ACFW conference, and not just for another chance to wear my banquet dress. “A lot of time and money to spend for a book launch,” says my husband.
“Oh, but there are two more books coming in the series,” say I, “and who knows what other events.” Besides, I learned a lot about Alice (from Glastonbury Tor) as I sewed and wondered what she would think of those ridiculous hoops and being laced so tight she couldn’t move her arms. You can look for all of that in book three . . .