|Jacket: Anthro, Blouse: Holly & Whyte, Jeans: Old Navy, Shoes: Clark's, Sunnies: Anthro|
Now that I'm back in London, and enjoying a bit of throwback summer sun, all that time spent in Norway seems like a faraway nightmare. For instance, our set had an old 80's TV, a (smallish) refrigerator and a toaster that we used as part of the show. And the toaster aside, these things were heavy, I mean the TV-remote alone... you could take down a burglar with that remote! And what with the two boys having to leave town on the Sunday night, and none of my friends being able to help me... guess who carted off the whole set on her lonesome? Yup.
Now, I may not look it, but I am kind of butch for a girl. I mean, I can fell trees, man! I am also a tad broke, so ordering a removals service was out... which is how I ended up borrowing a hand-trolley from a local electrics store, who kindly agreed to take my electrical items for me. They also gave me some rope. So there I was, tying the hollowed-out TV to the trolley and shoving the toaster inside it - I'd opened it up earlier to lift out all the heavy TV innards, since we were storing the thing in the attic of the performance venue in between shows. You should have seen me, pushing this thing down the cobblestoned streets like some oversized techo-baby!
The last show I did, I wound up making costumes for ten people - and recruiting my poor mother to help me. We worked so hard that my sewing machine broke in six different places, and the repairman solemnly declared, "You killed it." And then I vowed not to do a costume-heavy show next time. This time, I was all, "Yay, it's contemporary, we can just wear our own clothes!" ...Only for the props and set to turn out to be the killer. I mean, it's like I can't win! So for my next show... maybe we could do it without a set, any props OR any costumes, and just pretend we're being terribly modern?
I am joking. Mostly.