Steamwerkz the Musical has been running for WEEKS at the Annoyance Theater on Broadway. The show was written and directed by my really great friend Clay Goodpasture, and I did some of the costumes for it (see above.) This show has recently been extended into early October.
When a newcomer has a hard time finding his place in Boystown, a cast of characters in the Steamworks bath house offer to show him the ropes. This hilarious musical feature such bangers as “A Party!” and “Falling into the Hole” to give you an idea.
Not kidding. Go see it. Sweet.
Evan’s Valentine was a cobbler. Strawberry rhubarb. Little corner of it left in the fridge.
I had time to dig up great things this morning, so I thought I would return to the days of yore and post a picture of my outfit. WHATEVER THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME.
Shoes from Urban Outfitters outlet. I have to quit wearing them, but they really make me feel like a fancy lady. Send me your excess womens size 10 oxfords.
This skirt was my mom’s. These are the only colors I wear. Notice how the houndstooth ALSO MATCHES my great houndstooth wood plugs Evan got me from Omerica. He has a blog. http://intoitoverit.tumblr.com/
I got this bird necklace from my friend Catie Anderson in high school. She lives in Wausau, WI now and works in the education department in an art museum. She doesn’t have a blog.
AND new favorite scarf appearing via Aidan Best Girl Best Xmas Gift Giver Weiss. I like it so much I refuse to take it off under my work apron, thereby suffering near-strangulation daily.
This outfit is going to carry me through four activities, widely varied in nature: Whole Foods shift, police station car-ding report filing (that’s another story), Christine Fish California Clipper birthday hangs, manic solo curtain sewing.
I never post photos of things I work on. Here’s my model from Set Design last semester. #runningman
Finding old drawings while I clear out my desk and find things to go in my portfolio.
this man would shoot you in the neck while you’re distracted by his great haircut. (for real this time)
Not pictured: Karen Allen busting ass through Tunisia in high waisted red linen pants and red wedge heels.
(From inside a basket) “IIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
