I am having the weirdest BlogHer-related dreams, I had no idea my subconscious was so anxious about it. Last week, I dreamed I was checking out of the hotel and I had like 15 minutes until I had to leave, and I was trying to pack all of the sponsor gifts into my suitcase. They were spread out all over the room and the more I shoveled them into my suitcase, the more there were.

Then, I got down to the lobby, and a bunch of bloggers were there loading their bags onto one of those rolling carts, and everyone had the SAME PURSE EXCEPT FOR ME. I wish I was kidding. Oh, and I dreamed I met Mir, except she didn’t look like Mir at all, she looked like Lindsay. I guess I’m worried about not recognizing people? If you didn’t click those links just now, you really need to. Both of those blogs are brilliantly written, and could Lindsay LOOK any hotter in that photo? YOWSA.

So, last night I had a different BlogHer dream, this time I was headed to one of the cocktail parties, walking in this big crowd, and everyone else was dressed like they were in a Vogue photo shoot, and I was dressed like, well, like I usually am, which is to say, not very well. Only in the dream I started sobbing about it.

Honestly, I do this to myself every year right before the conference, and it’s so silly. I have yet to have anyone say anything to me about my clothes or my accessories, either in person or behind my back. In fact, I have never read anything anywhere that dissed someone’s appearance at BlogHer. That’s the wonderful thing about BlogHer conferences, they are for EVERYONE. Short, tall, thin, fat, abled, disabled, rich, poor, dressed to the nines, covered in dried spit-up, and the best part? No one really cares! You know what’s important at BlogHer? Either 1. being a current blogger or 2. being interested in becoming a blogger. Seriously THAT IS ALL.

Now, does that mean I’m not agonizing a little over whether to bring the new purse I bought last weekend that is kind of huge and floppy and is the color of raspberry lipstick? Or whether to bring the big flowered City Tote with the leather straps that holds a ton of stuff but doesn’t zip closed? In addition to bringing the new fabric bag that I bought from The Sewing Mom which is orange and yellow with an adorable metal sunflower charm on the zipper and is the perfect size for just my wallet, cell phone, comb, and a lip gloss? Oh yeah, I’ve given it some thought all right.

But otherwise, the anxiety over silly things that aren’t important? That can stay in my dreams, thanks.