Not to sound all dramatic, but I had a major costuming breakthrough this weekend. After weeks — nay, months — of bitching and moaning about how I couldn’t find the perfect fabric for my new act, we have success!
That crappy plastic bag above holds eight yards of silk charmeuse, seven yards of silk chiffon, approximately eight yards of maribou, and the thread and other bits needed to get on with it. I would not be lying to say that Honey Penny (costumer extraordinaire) and I both jumped up and down, clapped our hands with glee, exchanged a high five, and hugged with great enthusiasm in the aisle of the Discount Fabrics.
Now I just need music, because the original track I had picked out isn’t going to cut it. (Which makes me oh-so sad, because it was discovered in a moment of perfect happiness.) After multiple listens, I just don’t think it has the drama that I’m looking for. There’s no climax, if you will, no crescendo.
Oh! Even as I type, I’m listening to something that might work. Love how that works out.