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.

Starting Linebacker for the 1876 Central City Opera Powder Puff Football Team

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.


R said...


No photos?

You're a puffed-up tease!

Ben said...

that is some impressively bizarre getup, still it's better than a hessian sack.

colormecynical said...

who R you, R? your blog doesn't give me a clue.

Kim said...

I am really (REALLY) glad that you posted pictures.

. . . Lisa and Robb . . . said...

Somehow, I became "R" for a day.

You don't have a creepy stalker, thankfully.


ps -- does hessian = burlap? I always think of soldiers on horseback when I hear "hessian."

Ben said...

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.