This is what my costume for the opera looks like: First I put on a petticoat and a corset. Then I put on the underskirt, the shirt (that has boning all over the place) and the vest, then the overskirt with the apron, the little lacy thing that hangs from my neck, and the bustle.
I'm wearing a bow the size of a Thanksgiving turkey on my ass. And it's all shades of pink and peach.
Who says I don't suffer for my art.
And in act II, when I'm supposed to be even prissier (if that's possible) they put on a ridiculous hat and some more layers with ruffles. It's like my worst nightmare as a five year old girl with the lace and the ruffles and the uncomfortable dresses, only I'm supposed to sing at the same time. Nightmare. Of course, there will be pictures.
In other news, we're now in the countdown to wedding and if I don't strangle the caterer or the dressmaker, we might just make it to the altar without bloodshed. I did my first Messiah yesterday and was officially the youngest soloist up there, surrounded by professors from Yale, and my countertenor friend who never bullshits says it was the fastest 'Rejoice greatly' he's ever heard and it was amazing. I'm just glad I didn't trip on my dress.
Must write paper, enough distracting myself. Hope everyone is feeling well - to the DP, I'm sorry if I gave you my trans-Atlantic cold.
