Our project involved some mild costuming. Workers had to wear jeans (haha!). I had to wear a suit, or at least jacket, as the mediator. This was both a revelation and source of hilarity.
For me, I generally dislike wearing my suit, or even the jacket. I just feel kind of fake. And it's still warm, but I had to wear it so I wouldn't lose it. To mitigate the suit-iness of it, I wore my Bert-shirt and a skirt with it. Sadly, it was the skirt that likes to twist an inch every few steps so that by the time I hiked up the Hill to class, it was pretty much on backwards. On top of being awkward in a jacket, I got to be graceless as I spun my skirt around right way.
I have decided that I am not a blazer kind of girl. I don't know how boys do it. It just feels so weird. And I know that it looks great, but what's the point of looking great if you feel weird in your own skin. I much prefer the shapeless zip-up fleeces or rainbow sweater. Also not a pull-over kinda girl, but that's because I have a static problem.
One member of our cast forgot to wear jeans. No good. But he's slight. So our director, a female, offered to swap pants (she remembered to wear jeans, even though she wasn't on stage). Funny on so many levels!
- the simple and practical idea of just swapping pants
- the fact that they fit both parties
- after our performance, they went behind these prop doors (like a flat with a doorknob), changed back, and entered through the doors at the same time.
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