Thursday, December 14, 2006
• This nut is cracked! Bits and pieces are flaking off everywhere.
My sanity may not be intact, but my body has once again survived the annual Debra Kay School of Dance performance of “The Nutcracker,” in Oxford.
The usual mayhem and madness prevailed before, during and even after. Binky is usually quite excited after all the activity and attention and it takes a while for her to come back down to reality.
She was a party girl this year! I have no clue what she will aspire to next, because she’s wanted to be a party girl ever since she started out as a mouse five years ago.
Party girls get to wear a party dress and dance just about all the first act. She was in heaven, especially after we found some beautiful green satiny stuff and some really neat green crochet-looking lace to make her party dress.
Unfortunately, the green satiny stuff was not quite up to par, as fabric goes. Every time she sat down or kicked out, the fabric along the back seam of the dress shredded.
We ended up hauling a flower girl’s dress out of the closet that was about 15 years old. It fit perfectly — like I’d made it just for her!
This year was more mayhemier than usual — the lady I usually help make costumes is really down in her back, so I did a bit more than usual. I really enjoy it and I’m truly not bragging, but 18 costumes in about a week is a lot.
The best costume I made this year was for Uncle Drosselmeyer — who is actually Binky and Gremlin’s Uncle Dennis.
Dennis turned 50 just a week or so ago and age made him just perfect for the part. Tall, balding, gray-haired and gray-bearded, he really looked like the slightly sinister, but really good guy magician.
The cape I’d made for Uncle Drosselmeyer several years back could not be found this year. Friday night after dress rehearsal when the cape was still missing, Dennis, Binky and I made a flying run for fabric and got some gorgeous, slinky, sequinned, silvery knit stuff.
Every time Uncle Drosselmeyer crossed the stage — majestically I might add — he sparkled and glittered sinisterly.
If I’m so relieved it’s over, why am I already planning costumes, etc. for next year....?
• The oldest woman in the world (according to Guiness) died this week. Elizabeth Bolden, 116, the daughter of former slaves, lived in Memphis, Tenn. She was born Aug. 16, 1890.
I was amazed and delighted at her family and in case you didn’t hear, I want to share...
“Lizzie” had 40 grandchildren, 75 great-grandchildren, 150 great-great-grandchildren, 220 great-great-great grandchildren and 75 great-great-great-great grandchildren for a total of 560 descendants.
How in the world did she remember any of their names?
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