So it should be no surprise to anybody that in addition to having nicknames for most of my friends and random people on the street (”Mr. Guy” is a popular epithet), I also have nicknames for my clothing, which helps when it comes to making the Packing List, which I make each and every time I take a trip. That way, I can just fill out the list without thinking too hard about it. Having nicknames helps, too, because there’s only so many times you can write “black top” without getting confused. This trip, for example, I am taking no fewer than five black tops, each with their own nicknames.

One of my bizarre grandmother finds is what I affectionately term ‘clown pants,’ which is a jumpsuit, of sorts, made of cotton with a skirt-thing kinda draped over it so you can’t really tell it’s a jumpsuit. You have to get into it all at once, which makes removing it for bathroom purposes equally difficult. Plus, it’s not the most flattering thing on me ever. AND I HAVE TWO OF THEM! Apparently my grandmother was so enamoured of the style she had two made in Hong Kong, one in black and white, one in a light chartreuse color.

I am not bringing clown pants to RWA (”Well, it depends on if you want to look good or not,” the Spouse said when I asked him about bringing them. That answered that). But I AM bringing a pantsuit thing I call my Bea Arthur dress, because it looks like what she woulda worn on Maude.

That’s probably not a good sign, because Maude wasn’t exactly a fashion icon, her fashion statement being more along the lines of Bill Cosby’s sweaters.

But I do not care. I am throwing caution to the winds, and will be wearing Bea Arthur Dress on Wednesday evening, I think, to the Beau Monde Soiree. Ha!

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