The promised crappy costume photos
These pictures are from our very first gig at the Dottie Lynn rec center in Arlington. We had about five minutes to take a few photos in front of the Christmas tree before Santa showed up, and for some reason the only working camera was the tiny one that Michelle keeps in her purse. We are planning to have a real photo shoot soon, because these did not come out well.
Michelle came in and saw what I was doing and requested I not post the utterly craptacular group photo, so you guys don't get to see the amusement of ten people simpering and snarling in ten different directions. More's the pity. They're pretty funny.
Doesn't she look just thrilled to be in this group shot?
Jess again, with silver-eye. God, the poor sad bodice. It looks like such a rush job, which it was, but still I feel bad about it. We still never did manage to get a permanent and working closure method onto the back of it.
Full shot. God that skirt was gorgeous. I wish we could've kept it; hell, I wish I could've had it myself. :P
Closer picture, where you can see the quality difference between the Hobby Lobby moire I used for her bodice and the much nicer skirt. I never did get her sleeves to hang quite right, either. I wish I'd had more time to fiddle with the concept.
And this is Ophelia. I'm still not sure if I'm smiling, snarling, talking, or just grinning a Kzinti grin in this photo. I think I look like a dweeb but the snarl is almost in character for Ophelia. You can see one big ugly string hanging out from under my bertha over my right undersleeve, and my chemise peeking out just a little bit at my left shoulder (yes I was wearing a real one that day, it was a very poorly made one though and I went back to wearing various modern undershirts.)
Me in the group shot, continuing the cheesy pose. Note the bespectacled Spaniard... oh, what was his name? Alfonso, Alfredo, something like that. Anyhow, that's George. My contributions to that costume were selling him the slacks (from Mike), letting him borrow the vest (also from Mike, until Michelle finished his waistcoat), and going to BFE scary South Dallas to buy the coat with him. Oh yeah, and procuring the hat, and spending days and days shopping for fabric, patterns, and borrowing costumes from every other man I know, none of which fit him because he's an oddly-shaped little man. My skirt looks like it's puckering a bit partially because of the hoops being tipped forward by the men and tree behind me and partially because it's probably falling off. I still need to put a waistband on it and sew the hook back on and everything. I might also sew some flounces onto my slowly and sadly collapsing hoops.
And the sketches, for comparison:
And now the woman who owns that skirt and Lindsey's costume, who was MIA for like 5 years, has finally reappeared and would like to have her things back. So I'm flipping through fashion plates again, trying to decide what Jess's next dress design should be. We've got a lovely pink/blue silk taffeta for her that she's actually agreed to wear.... :)