Reasons why I will never become a theatrical costume designer
It had been a big rush to get her out of the door and to the school for the evening's performance, for which she had rehearsed and practised so much we were sure it would all go like a dream. We gave her the plastic carrier bag - one of those cheapies from the supermarket - which I was convinced contained her incredibly complicated toga costume of a white sheet and three safety pins (no, I never was that kind of mother), hustled her out of the door and over to school to prepare for the evening show.
We came back for a while and sat at home having a cup of coffee as we weren't due to be at the school until later for the performance. Then the phone rang. It was one of the teachers from the school. Did we realise that we had sent the wrong bag? If we didn't get round to the school quickly with the right one, our very distressed daughter was going to have to perform as a Roman dressed in two loaves of wholemeal bread. Any chance of a toga?
I raced into the kitchen. There in the corner was an identical plastic bag containing the costume. We got to the school just in time to save our daughter from having to dress up as a bakery.
|At least white bread would have been more convincing as a toga ..... kind of ....|
I was reminded of this story when Lady Gaga appeared in that costume made entirely of slabs of raw meat. She said she'd done it on purpose. Yeah, right. I knew the real reason.