So last night Jenny G and I sat in my apartment and glue-gunned the crap out of our costumes. Today sequin remnants are thoroughly wedged in the crevices of my hard wood floor. Little bits of clear glue webbing linger on the corners of tables. I have a blonde wig resting on an overturned 2 liter Seltzer bottle. It’s staring at me from its post in my bedroom.
What can I say? In truth I don’t think I have ever worked as hard on a production before in my life. And Jenny and I still need to send out the (fingers crossed) final re-writes out to Director Kel, choose all the footage for the film segments, start and finish the lighting plot…it seems daunting when I write about it but when we actually start it’s never as bad as I think it’s going to be.
Huge accomplishment last night with the costumes. That and Jenny and I encountered and got through a mini-breakdown over the reality of our costumes. We’re pretty exposed. Not like stripper exposed but cheesy burlesque exposed. But we dealt. It’s all for the sake of comedy.
Until tonight.
*Kit
