Happy Halloween everyone. Evidently the tear in dress happened earlier than I thought yesterday because one of the audience members asked her friend, one of the other actors, what was wrong with my costume. How embarrassing. Today I took things into my own hands. Just in case the dress hadn't been repaired, I took along a dress of my own to wear. It's a nice dress. I bought it in Seattle five years ago after my luggage was stolen (but that's a different story). The dress I had been wearing in the play is solid navy blue with peach trim and three quarter length sleeves, definitely 50s. My dress is a sleeveless navy blue with a pattern of tiny white flowers. The old dress had not been repaired so I wore mine, with a waist length navy blue three quarter length sleeve sweater over it, fastened low in front to give it a bolero look. Those were popular in the 50s. This is the same sweater I always wear with it. I put on the hat, pearls and gloves that are part of the costume and here's the other embarrassing part. No one noticed the difference. One of the other actors did say, after the show, that she thought something looked a little different. So now here's the question? Is everyone just really unobservant, or do I always go around looking like a refugee from the 50s? Don't answer that.
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