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May 31, 2013

May 30, 2013

Summer Show: Les Miserables

This past weekend was auditions for Les Mis with my summer theatre family.
Prepare yourself for a long-ish post.

It's been a dream of mine to be in Les Miserables. 
Heck, I think it's any musical obsessed person's dream to be in this show.

The director of the summer shows has been talking about doing Les Miserables for as long as I can remember. Show vets knew that the second the show's rights became available, we would be dropping whatever show we had planned to take up the monster of a show.
Needless to say, the vets have been prepping for a while.

Open auditions were really intimidating. I had been practicing my audition pieces with my vocal coach for over a month, hitting things here and there. Finally, in the past 2 weeks, really cracking down.
I chose to audition for both Eponine and Cossette, and because their parts were so different I was required to sing 2 songs.
Cossette's song was easiest to choose because she only has one song that she sings alone for more than 8 bars. 'In My Life' was set and a little hard for me when it came to breath support.
Eponine was the part that I was trying to not freak out about. Her part in the show is the anthem and role model for all teenage angst! I connected with her from the time I was very young and going through some angsty years.
Who didn't?!
I decided that in order to stand out from many of those auditioning I needed to do the unexpected. I scrapped 'On My Own' and took up 'Little Fall of Rain'
Crazy, but smart.
It's a piece that shows off the low part of my voice as well as my acting skills.
*Spoiler*
I, essentially, had to die in my audition. Possibly sacrifice my vocals to 'die'.
Talk about a risk!


Saturday morning, I was there early to help out (and settle some nerves with physical labor and distractions). Because I was early I was given the 2nd audition spot.
Joy.
I tend to be a ham when it comes to auditions. Having friends there, auditioning on the same day, didn't help. I think there was a queen wave and a curtsy at the end... Along with some off stage banter when I couldn't find the song in the musical score.
I was up there for a while, but my audition went well.
Really well.

Going second was a bit of a kill for the confidence I had left.
There were over 50 people each day, 90% of them women.
Of those women, 70% were auditioning for Eponine and Cossette.
Audition after audition consisted of women, college age, auditioning for the same part, and doing extremely well.
Some of them were theatre majors.
One girl chose to announce that she would be changing her audition to chorus because of another girl who she didn't know was going to be there.
It was an intense 4 hours!

I was obsessive enough to go to Sunday's auditions.
It consisted of the same.
For another 4 hours.
By the end of the weekend I began to find the same songs really annoying.
Only one other person chose to sing 'Little Fall of Rain', which made me happy.

After auditions were over, a few of us decided that going home alone wasn't any fun, or smart, since the cast list would be out that night.
My house had wine.

We had some glasses of yummy Camelot Cellars wine and watched musicals, gossiped a little and analyzed everything from the weekend.
A lot.
We guessed that every part would have call backs.

Around 11:45pm we got the email. I couldn't even read, I was so nervous.
Suddenly people were screaming my name.
I got it.
I got Eponine!

{Frances Reffelle from the original London and Broadway cast.}

We all freaked out for a little then got back to looking at the list.

TBA
TBA
TBA
TBA

Nearly every other part were like we expected.
Call backs.

My excited high was quickly crushed when we realized that the call backs weren't including some of us there that night. It was heart breaking, because they did exceptionally well in their auditions. One was left off mistakenly, praise the Lord.

It was a really crazy night with emotional highs and lows.

Call backs were Wednesday night at our first official chorus rehearsal.
It was really hard to watch friends go against friends. Everyone was so talented and good!

The cast is complete now.
I shed tears for friends who didn't get their dream roles, and celebrated for others.
It's such a strange, exciting, and heartbreaking place to be.

May 29, 2013

Cannes Film Festival Red Carpet

I know that I'm a little late in getting this all out here, but Cannes was a week long.

Day Looks

Um?
(not the best choice in pairing . It should have been a pencil skirt.)
(this dress is neither here nor there... But makes me think of cargo pants or utili-kilts.)
(Not the most flattering. I think the square neckline is a little weird for her petite frame.)
(Talk about weird necklines! I appreciate the effort... But not the outcome!)

Thank you.
(I actually like this. Even the sleeves. At least she tried . Some people didn't even try!)

(This is sublime! Perfect for the event. )

(My fav day look of the week! Dressy but edgy, and casual enough for a day look.)


Night Looks
Now we are getting to the good stuff!

Beautiful, But Booooring!

{I adore this color.}


What?!
{What is this?! I want to pet her....}
{I appreciate the try... But the fabric is way too close to curtains...}
{She always makes the most interesting choices....}
{It would help if the dress fit correctly...}
{I don't even know what to say.}
{What is going on here?!}

Gorgeous!
{I can't help it. I still love metallic}
{The color, beading and cut is divine!}
{Beautiful! So beautiful!}
{I love the romance of the dress paired with the manliness of the jacket!}

May 28, 2013

As a blogger, it's awkward...

Enter, awkward face montage:


(you're welcome)
It's awkward talking to someone who isn't into blogging, or the blog community, about blogging.

I've had a blog for a while.
almost 5 years, actually.
I've explained how I started and why I blog.

I never really talk about my blog with anyone.
Why?
Because I feel like people will either think I'm weird, self-involved, or boastful about my life and I don't feel that I am or that that is the purpose of my blog.
So, I just don't bring it up.

I've written over 950 posts and met so many amazing people through the blogging community.
I've finally decided that I don't care what people think about me blogging.
People may even get to know me better from it.
My interests, passions, insecurities.

The blogging community is so big, and the people who area  apart of it are so special and inspirational.
That's nothing that needs to be covered up.

I'm still hesitant to bring it up in a normal conversation.
'I wrote about it on my blog,' just doesn't roll of my tongue that easily.

Has anyone else had the trouble of talking about your blog face to face?
I know that 'Pinterest' has only just become a normal thing to bring up...
Although some people *raises hand* might think it a completely valid topic of conversation with absolutely anyone, even a husband who could care less about a fashion, DIY, or dream house board.

So how have you openly brought up your interest in the blog world?
Do you find it hard to bring up your personal blog?

May 24, 2013

$200 Tiffany & Co. Giveaway!!!

Good morning, Loves! 
I'm so excited to share a really great giveaway with you! My friend Cara is celebrating her anniversary with her husband this next week, and I'm delighted to help her celebrate, along with lots of other amazing blogger friends by offering one of our readers $200 to Tiffany and Co!
I know! I'm psyched!
Let's see how many different words for excited I can find, shall we?
 Make sure you visit all the participants, and use all the entries you can, Tiffany & Co. is not a giveaway you want to miss out on!
So stoked!

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May 23, 2013

Theirs/Mine: Dog Bed

Theirs:
This idea came from my "Italian Greyhound" pinterest board.
Which is really just a pet board.
With lots of Italian Greyhound pictures.

Anywho...
Pin.

Asher needed a dog bed.
Can you believe he has gone his entire life without one?
No wonder he thought he needed to be on a lap at all times.

This is my sewing space.
Yes, that is the instruction book for the sewing machine.
My brother's wife (BW) has had it for over 4 months for her business so, naturally, I forgot everything I knew about the machine.
{for this project I sat on a step stool.}

The process:
I bought this blanket for $12...
I thought it was a better price than buying the fabric.

I lied.
 I didn't even really look at my local fabric store cause the blanket was so perfect.


{My pants (which are the same fabric as the blanket) covered in fuzz from cutting the "pattern" out}

{Asher wanted his bed NOW... So he settled for the scraps.}
{The finished cuttings. 2 circles and 2 long strips for the side.}
Then I took a 2 week break.
There was a bobbin crisis and laziness involved.
Also, I didn't have a chair to sit on while using the sewing machine.
And I'm lazy.

So after I finally decided to have BW over for a re-teaching I got down to business.
In all reality, she came over because I was holding some clothes hostage and she needed them.
While she was there I made her confirm every step of loading my machine and making a bobbin.
Then, I asked her opinion of adding a blanket to the top of the bed, since Asher likes to be under a blanket.

I put the fabric together with the sides facing so I was sewing inside out.

{I wasn't sewing in the dark, promise, my machine just has a blue light on it.}

Sewing in a circle was not easy... Actually, it was really hard and some of the bed looks funny from me having to readjust it all the time.
And because my circles weren't perfect, or circles, if I'm being completely honest.

Attaching the bottom to the siding took about an hour.
I was interrupted pretty often by some dog who HAD to eat while I was in the middle of sewing.
Then, he HAD to potty.

After I had the bottom attached to the siding I randomly cut the 'blanket' about 3 inches bigger than the 'top'. To make it how I was envisioning I cut a straight edge then had to do a surging stitch on the folded over edge so that the fabric wouldn't fray.
That took about a half hour.
Straight lines are so much easier!!!
Once it was time to attach the 'blanket' to the 'top' I was stumped.
I had too much circumfrance in the 'blanket' and not enough edge on the 'top' to have the blanket to fit perfectly.
I think I should have cut the blanket into an oval of some sort, rather than a larger circle.
To fix it, I put dart type things on the edges.
It's a bot of a mess.
I'm going to fix it.
Let's just say that the mouth of the blanket looks a little boxy.

Sewing the 'top/blanket' to the siding was easy, but still took about an hour.
By then I was getting better at sewing in a circle.
I didn't plan anything very well, because I ended up with the stuffing opening in the front.
Who cares.
Yay for invisible hand stitching!

{Stuffing time}
I added 2 dryer sheets while I was stuffing for anti-static and smell benefits.

{I had two old pillows that I had been saving just for this.}

{This is a look of pure love and contentment.}
{He didn't move for over an hour, except to grab a bone. I would move the bed with him in it and he wouldn't budge.}
{Night-night}

 I'm pretty proud of myself. It took everything I had to not tell everyone on every social media platform what I'd done.

Jake sent me a text the next morning:

"First place he went this morning on his own."

He loves it!!!
Proof that I'm the best pup mom in the whole wide world!!!!!!!!

May 22, 2013

Little Letters



Dear Hair: You hate me. I get it. Can we make up already?
Dear Sewing Machine: This is going to be an interesting relationship...
Dear Wardrobe: Amuse me just a little longer. And maybe procure a pair of sperry's.
Dear Husband: You are amazing. Thanks for putting up with my craziness.
Dear Skin: I'm sorry you were allergic to those makeup wipes I got... They're in the trash. Now, can you stop hating me?
Dear Nerves: I don't need you screaming at me this weekend. If you could tone it down a bit, I would really appreciate it.
Dear Readers: You are amazing and so awesome. And funny. Have I mentioned that you are really funny? I love getting comments from you that really make me laugh. When I reply 'laughing', I really am. You brighten my day!

May 21, 2013

White Pants

Kudos to those of you who aren't afraid to wear white pants.
I bought a pair.
The first time I wore them, I spilled raspberry vinaigrette on it.
Last time I ever eat a salad.
I kid.

So after loving that I could straight up bleach those babies, I stuffed them back in my pile of jeans.

I decided to get them out.
Yay, spring! 
I also covered them with napkins every time I ate.
Refused to sit on the ground.
Carried around Clorox wipes for every chair I sat in.

OK, I didn't do that. 
But I wanted to!

I also feel that white jeans are a little fancy.
So they were part of my church outfit.

It was rainy and wet outside, so you get to see me in my living room with bad lighting.
{Jeans, Zulily. Chambray Shirt, Khol's, Tank, Khol's. Belt, Target. Heels, Payless.}


 Want to see some outtakes?
Jake isn't too keen on taking my picture because my outfit is cute.
He think's I'm silly, but loves me enough to do it anyway.

{Blury... And my arms look fake.}
I was going to use this one... But then I actually looked at the rest of the picture.
{Photo bombers}
Asher was scaring me with his dirty paws from just being outside to potty.
I had to detain him because I was so afraid of him.

The devil cat behind me just gloated about his superiority.
Further proof from about 3 minutes after the photo bomb picture was taken.
{'First the picture, next the world! My plots to drive these sub-humans away is working! Muahaha!'}
Do you get paranoid when you wear white pants?