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Rackless Beauty and Peace
I’m thinking of pawning a silver platter that my parents got as a wedding gift. I need a cheap, cheap wardrobe rack and operating money.
My unemployment is on hold (not worth discussing, and therefore dignifying the travesty that is unemployment compensation in America). I don’t know that it will continue or, if it does, for how long and for how much. Yes, I’m stuck in the 1930’s before information was available at the push of a button. Bullshit.
Not having a wardrobe rack is affecting my mental state. I need to see the clothes spread out on a rack to get a feel for the color and texture. There’s one in a Chinese store on my block for $17. As it stands, I only have $50 from now until possibly the beginning of the month.
There’s a sick twist to all this is which is that I’ve spent some of my own money on costumes. I NEVER do that, and, thus, broke a cardinal rule. The director is not the best communicator and money is tight. We sort of butted heads in the very beginning and I just want peace.
Whatever I bought / buy will be a part of my collection, so it’s not a loss. It’s just been so awkward to make a beautiful play.
I had a minute where I realized that “beauty” is my thing and not the director’s. Still, cohesion is nice; peace is nice. The eye wants peace and that’s what my soul also yearns for. And that’s how I design. Beauty and Peace
