Ready, set, read. . .
I'm so exited to announce the soon-to-be release of my debut novel, All Dressed Up. It's a fun and lighthearted read, where fashion and faith combine to help a young woman find love in unexpected places.
Here is a small snippet of what's inside:
“Can you pull in your stomach a little?” she asks me as she tries to force
the zipper upward.
“Sure,” I say, and I squeeze as hard as I can, although I feel as if I’m
going to pass out.
“Is it going to close?” I ask her, barely able to breathe.
“I don’t think so. Do you have something else?” She stops trying to
fasten the gown. The last thing I need at this point is to bust a zipper on
one of these things.
“Yes. One more.” I hurriedly point to the blobby brown garment
lying across the chair beside me.
She quickly helps me out of the lovely Carolina Herrera that I’m
obviously still too large to fit into and hands me what looks like a burlap
sack with armholes.
What’s this? I think to myself. This can’t be an actual dress. It’s the
ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.
Out of options, I slip the dress on, and the young assistant ties the
ropelike twine around my waist. I look over at myself in the large mirror
on the wall. I look like an oversized sack of potatoes. French fries, anyone?
Gosh, how I would love some french fries at this moment. Yes, drizzled in
chili and gooey cheese. Oh, what am I saying? Stop it, Kate. Let’s get back to
reality, shall we? Did I mention that I look hideous?
Mya calls out the final five-minute countdown. I start to panic. I’m
standing here in a brown paper sack with a belt, no makeup, and hair
not done. Great, I’m going to be incomplete—incomplete for my first
television runway walk. Could this get any worse? Then I think, In your
case, Kate, probably so.
Read more about Katelyn and her adventures on the runway.