Oh the glamour of the life I lead...

I’ve said before that the world of costume design, while often interesting, is often not glamorous.  These are some little example of what I’m talking about. 

This is one of the ladders they have at work.  I actually am pretty afraid of heights so sometimes these ladders can be challenging for me.  Usually, I try not to think about it as I haul clothes up and down them.  It is more challenging to ignore when there have been earthquakes nearby.  It also makes me glad I don’t work in one of the warehouses where the racks go all the way to the ceiling.  Two and three racks are tall enough for me.  In some places, I’ve heard that the racks are 5 high.

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I call this hanger crud.  I don’t know what exactly it is, but you get it from handling hangers.  I often get these black marks all over my hands and arms.  Sometimes my hands will look so filthy, I wash them several times an hour.  I remind myself often that at least I’m not handling dirty socks. 

Oh wait.  Those are waiting at home for me in the basket of dirty zombie laundry from my show…  I wonder what people will think when I take the basket of “bloody” clothes to the Laundromat.

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And speaking of dirty socks, that's not the only thing that smells.  This was a note I came across first thing this morning.  Really, what can I say about this, except, "Please actors, wear deordorant!"  and also, "There are these things we call dress shields, please try them!"

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And finally, there are several reasons why I ask people not to smoke while wearing, or near the costumes.  This is just one of them...

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