Now I’ve totally jinxed it

Ava and I are going to the Romance Writers of America convention in July. It’s in Atlanta and I’ve never been to the South.

We’re so excited.

To make matters even more exciting, we will be attending the soiree held by the Beau Monde chapter of which I am a member.

You know, if we’re attending a real Regency ball we have to have real regency dresses don’t you.

YES WE DO!!!

We found and purchased patterns we really adore and  talked my mom into sewing them for us. We’ve got 2 months to get these dresses complete so we’re not even waiting until the last minute. All of that sounds like it’s coming together very smoothly, doesn’t it?

You have no idea. No idea whatsoever the magnitude of how well this is actually working.

We met my mom at the JoAnns during lunch today to buy fabric. I didn’t think for even a minute that this would actually happen. I mean really, this was me and Ava. And my mom. The three of us have a certain problem with projects like this to varying degrees. We’ve discussed it on the blog before. Essentially what happens is one or all of us will have an idea in our head of what we want. We can see it. We can practically feel it. We know it intimately. The problem, of course, is that the majority – or at least the vital parts – of this fantasy don’t actually exist in the real world so we end up in a morass of frustration.

I hold out the imaginary purse Ava has been making me shop for the last several years as evidence. I have this problem as well, but I’m not quite as stalwart as my Sister. She’s like an Olympic level obsessive. I generally give up before people threaten me in department stores.

So knowing all this, why in Zeus’s name did I think it would work out to buy fabric today. Our first stop? Really?

Not a chance in hell.

EXCEPT THAT IT TOTALLY HAPPENED!!! I wish I had photographic proof, but I don’t. You can call the JoAnns and ask the lady at the fabric counter. I’ll bet any amount of money that she’ll remember us. We were a bit memorable – as we usually are when we take the Amy and Ava Show on the road. At one point I shrieked something about anarchy and people running amok when the number machine stopped working. If that doesn’t ring her bell, I’ll bet she’ll remember my mom yelling at Ava to buy the amount of fabric she was telling her to and shut up about it.

All of that is neither here nor there. We bought every single thing we needed today to make those dresses.

You know what… I’ll bet my real hell comes when Ava makes me go to every shoe store in this hemisphere to find “just what I’m looking for.”