Sometimes I think this blog has had so many near-death experiences that it must be developing a pathological fear of bright lights.
Third year coursework has been busy kicking my arse, as is only fitting I suppose, and continues to do so. I was ever so slightly correct when I predicted that I had bitten off more than I could chew in the last unit. About halfway through the unit my tutors and I decided I had too much work to do so the baggy, frilly, knee-length jumpsuit got cut. Shame. Anyhoo, they did get finished:
I'm currently about a week away from finishing the first costume of two for my final major project, which is a 1930s two piece suit and shirt for a BA Acting production of 'They Shoot Horses, Don't They?'. Very excited about this one, as far as I know, it's the only production that the acting course is puting on for a paying audience, in an actual Bournemouth theatre rather than university studio space, and I've somehow ended up making the costume for the male lead. There are 8 of us making costumes for this play and we're working directly with the designer and director in our own little production studio. Ah, it's almost like real life. Except I sort of hope I will be paid in real life. Our payment for this is 2 free tickets which I'm very disappointed to find I won't be able to use as I'm in America again the week the play's running. Dammit. I'm hoping to sneak into a dress rehearsal before I go.
In my very, very limited free time, there has been knitting, which I will show off at some unspecified future date. There are gifts, and warm weather woolies, and an ACTUAL GARMENT, which I have been ACTUALLY WEARING.
Exciting, huh?
Rightyho, I am off to turn up my cuffs.
My life is so fun.