It was a busy weekend here in Northern Alabama! The Heart of Dixie chapter participated in a local event called Female & Fabulous at the civic center. There were health, beauty, and lifestyle booths spread around the center, lots of giveaways, and Clinton Kelly from TLC’s What Not to Wear made an appearance.

I’ve never watched WNTW, but I think I will in the future. I liked what Clinton said. He said one thing that really impressed me: “Don’t dress to please a man.” The other thing he talked about was young women and the pressure to dress like Paris, Britney, or Lindsay. Those clothes, the ones that show lots of skin, aren’t necessary. You don’t have to dress like a ho to be beautiful. After that, I figured I was in love. πŸ™‚ When he continued on to say that catalog models weren’t women to emulate because they weren’t typical, well, the applause was deafening. The guy was funny, engaging, and entertaining. Other than the women who just wanted to smell or hug him, it was a great question and answer session he gave. (And what’s with people anyway that they raise their hand for a question and then just want to smell the guy when he comes over? Sheesh.)

As romance writers, we often write women who are smart and confident. They may not start out that way, but they end up that way by the end of the book. Confident women moving forward with the man they’ve fallen in love with. They don’t compromise who they are to be with the hero. Nor does the hero want them to. I guess that’s why I love romance. πŸ™‚

So, let’s remember that even though real life isn’t fiction, we can still be confident women who have every right to our own sense of self-worth that is NOT dependent upon a man. A man is your partner, not your reason for existing. No romance heroine would ever make that mistake, so why is it that romance novels get the reputation for being fluffy and trashy? Just another thing I don’t get. πŸ™‚

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever worn? I can’t remember the worse thing I’ve ever worn, but when I was about nine, I got into my mother’s makeup and proceeded to cake it on. Then I went outside to wait for my grandmother to pick me up for my trip to the skating rink. She took one look and went ballistic. Since she never, ever raised her voice or got upset, I guess I must have looked pretty awful. Needless to say, she made me wipe it all off. πŸ™‚