Because what outfit is complete without a sewn-on broach and a visible hook and eye closure? The flap conceals over 20 tiny, fiddly snaps.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
puffed sleeves
I haven't worked in the prop shop in a week. Now that all the shows are open that gig seems to be over--notes and repairs are now to be taken care of by the union guys. I'm more than a little miffed--that means my job from here on out includes little more than cleaning the opera house, answering phones, driving people around, and wearing my adorable little uniform with the high collar and puffed sleeves to usher elderly, feeble, angry, cantankerous, foul-smelling, wealthy patrons around. This place is like a historic, tradition-rich, chandelier-studded day care center.
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6 comments:
What?
No photos?
You're a puffed-up tease!
that is some impressively bizarre getup, still it's better than a hessian sack.
who R you, R? your blog doesn't give me a clue.
I am really (REALLY) glad that you posted pictures.
Somehow, I became "R" for a day.
You don't have a creepy stalker, thankfully.
Lisa
ps -- does hessian = burlap? I always think of soldiers on horseback when I hear "hessian."
Hessian does indeed mean burlap, which does mean that the term 'hessian mercenary' conjures up strange images of soldiers in sacks, or just with really chafing clothes.
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