Sonja Foust, Romance Author

There are pockets in my bridesmaid dress. At first, this was bemusing to me. Pockets? In a dress? And, like, not a light, airy, kindergarden teacher dress. A nice, formal dress.

But after thinking about it, I kind of get it.

I’ve never been in a wedding (except one, my sister’s, where I was the only attendant) where some bridesmaid didn’t start weeping during the ceremony. Invariably, the ones that weep never have kleenex with them. I, being somewhat Type A, usually have a whole kit of massive overplanning with me, like safety pins, aspirin, bandaids, and, yes, kleenex. I hide the kleenex in my hand next to the bouquet. And then I hand it over because I never weep… well, much.

Maybe I get a little misty when they talk about how one of my best friends is going to live Happily Ever After, or maybe it makes me well up a tiny bit when the groom looks at her with all the love I know she deserves. And there may possibly be the tiniest bit of moisture around the corners of my eyes if the bride or groom happens to cry, too.

But I don’t weep. It would mess up my makeup, and then where would we be?

Congratulations to my bestest buddy Skye and her groom-to-be Craig, who are getting married tomorrow! I love them both!… but I probably still won’t cry.

I’m back from my whirlwind Vegas weekend for Skye’s bachelorette party. Here are some things I learned while in Vegas:

• How to take my shirt off without messing up my hair or makeup.
• Slots are only fun if you’re willing to lose all your money. Or if it’s someone else’s money.
• Time has no meaning in Las Vegas, unless you’re trying to make it to a show. Then you’d better be on time because there’s none of that 7-minute delay stuff.
• Frankie Valli sang a lot of songs that I know.
• Old married ladies can still get hit on at clubs.
• Bachelorette parties frequently do not have to wait in line at clubs, especially if their ringleader is willing to point out their bachelorettiness.
• Shots in Las Vegas are twice the size of standard shots. I swear.
• Good friends are all you need to have fun, no matter the location!

You all know that I don’t really claim to be a graphic artist. That title should be reserved for those strange and wonderful people who can, you know, blaspheme digitally. Still, you also know I love to dabble. (Note yesterday’s post of my banner for my NaNoWriMo novel, for example.)

So yesterday and this afternoon I got bored and dabbled some more, and now I have to brag a little on the results. Sorry, I just can’t help myself!

Check out the new Cat In The Mist shirt:

It didn’t turn out quite as I had envisioned. I wanted to print it on a dark purple shirt, but hey, you work with your limitations when you’re a cheapass and use CafePress. Heh. I still think it’s funny enough that someone will want it.

I’m prouder of this next one. Skye, critique partner of wonder and bestest buddy extraordinaire, finished a book this summer before she started law school. It’s an awesome book and she’s shopping it around now. Someone will buy it and pay her lots and lots of money and it will hit the bestseller list. It’s that good. Really. So I made her a banner.

Now don’t you want to read it? Toooooo bad. You have to wait til someone buys it and publishes it. But you can still go tell her how bad you want to read her story and how awesome her new banner is.

Have a great weekend all. Me, I plan to replant my flower box and clean my dirty, dirty house. Such fun.

Still time to play Free Book Friday! Also, I added a bunch of books to my Available list because Skye gave me a huge box of them yesterday. Oh plus, she gave me bookshelves. Lookie:

I feel all smart now that my house has a Library. Hey, when visitors come calling, I can have them wait in the Library, and my butler can serve them biscuits and tea while they await my grand entrance. Ok, yeah, maybe not. But I have a Library.

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