Starting with Friday The day opened with me rushing to campus to do the duct tape dress of my new favorite person, Miss Marla McDaniel. Rest assured she will be receiving freshly baked cookies and a completely filled duct tape Judy on Tuesday! Oops. I need to do that and film it...
Then I had an amazing experience teaching one of the most adorable little girls I have ever had the pleasure of speaking with about the history of the costumes I put her in. Is she not too much? I even got to give advice for drawing, something I'm new to as well!
I ended up not being able to check out the other presentations and thesis reports because I never had a moment I wasn't being asked questions about the project. My favorite all time memory (aside from the above little girl) is when someone asked me "these costumes are sooo cool! where did you get them?" and I could answer... "I made them." It was like having muslin/cotton/coutil children who were picture perfect :)
After the whole kit-n-caboodle had shut down, I rushed off to Launch to help out with Unitheo's filming of interviews and shows. Swaddled in a very "Miss Charlotte" style outfit (Miss Charlotte is my well dressed self. You know, the one that says... hey... you're not gonna be alone working in your "cat" cave, better look presentable), I got to meet some fabulous bands, hear kickin' songs, and strut my hosting self all over Lancaster's music scene. I say strut (most people haven't seen me strut) because I was wearing 3.5 inch heels. Yeah. Reader... do you know
Night began with a 6 piece (the singer, Kaitee Page, had red hair with pink streaks, woo!) band, Lunic. Super sweet, awesomely talented, and put on a crazy amazing show. I was hooked. Then the night ended with ANOTHER disturbingly talented band with a fiddle player (maybe I'll dig mine out of the closet...) the Duhks. Oddest request of the night? "Please don't ask us about the name of our band. It's not really that interesting, and we don't want to talk about it." Blink... oookkkkkkk..... But the name doesn't matter because in their genre, they rock.
Saturday cannot be the end all, be all. Can it?
Correct. I woke up after 3 hours of sleep, intending on bringing my favorite Perkasie pianist/singer some doughnuts before the trade show. Sadly, the pants I had to wear (only clean black ones, of course) ripped. This guy (points to self) had to sew then up, then added the sweet suspenders to finish off the awesomeness that is using runway fashions to create new and interesting looks.
A long day full of fabric purchasing (Jacy has the perfect figure for my newest addition), stiletto heels on cobblestones (dummy...), business consulting (oddly enough, something I enjoy a lot), free beer and pizza (goooooo Jeremy Weiss!), some of the coolest cats in the business (CT not included, wink), an outfit change (Jacy gifted me a faboo shirt that I just couldn't bring myself to refuse), a hint of marriage (he was joking, I wasn't), and Launch's last day of musical panel-y goodness. I haven't had the opportunity to hear new music as of late, and I'm realizing now that I am SERIOUSLY missing out! As a caveat:
And me. Of course. Singing Patsy Cline while walking to my car from the Village to deter murder-rapists. In my skewed mind, if someone hears the caterwauling suddenly squelched, they'll look outside and call 911... right? Naw... I've got a nice voice! Nothing compared to the gal in Perkasie though... girl has got some skills.
Sunday... Bloody Sunday....
And I mean that in the sense of bloody as an expletive, not as in the tragic Bloody Sunday. Woke up early, got my exercises in, dyed the hair of my mom (now we look alike! She added some red), and sketched until I passed out at 5. Completely and utterly forgot that I have an exam tomorrow at
Sleep awaits, as does a cram session as soon as I'm rested... exam is at 1!
Love and hugs,
Ashley
