Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Year in Frightwig. Never say never

Crazy crazy year.  What a way to finish it.  Thank you!

Bye bye 2013

As much as I wanted the world to explode it didn't.  Who am I trying to fool.  I like watching cat videos on you tube.  This year was pretty interesting. Andy and I stitched leather for statues in Vegas, made cinchers for movie stars,
turned a monster truck into  a giant poodle got to design with super lux leather for a high profile magic show and leather for commercials.  Year of the Cow.

The statues ate up pounds of thread.  Never realized how tricky giant statues are.  Mechanical statues don't complain. They just rip throught everything.  Had to be super attentive to the stress points and movement.  Here are photos from other jobs.  Dragon jacket for a performance on the Emmy's a mermaid tail in iridescant rubber and Katy Perry wearing my jungle dress on SNL.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Needle craft and Yoga retreat


I just wrapped up working on "wedding of the century".  The security guy told us sternly last week did not exist.  Neither do the scars on my hands and sore joints from making clothes.  I think he watched too many sci fi movies.
We stayed in a lodge no internet alarm clocks or tv.  The days were filled with fittings at night we walked down the hill.   We weren't allowed to mention the wedding so I told everyone were attending The Needle craft and Yoga retreat.   I liked seeing the looks of pity or disgust from the strangers, they usually said that's nice and walked away.  One of my work mates was horrified I made her sound like a nerd.  I thought it was funny, we are NERDS!   I also wondered if I could make any money hosting one.

At 5pm  the deer would come out to eat the grass, the turkeys would strut or gooble gobble we accept you one of us across the lawn.  So peaceful.  Am I getting paid for this?

The job is over after lack of sleep and a five hour drive we schlepped 350 costumes back to LA, in the heat up two flights of stairs.  Everything peaceful was slowly falling apart.
I'll finally be able to crash in my room and not have to speak.  Nope I got booked to build 21 hostess costumes for an award show. Due on Friday.  FIVE days.   The designer wants to visit in two hours. I don't know where the energy was going to come from but show me a check, I'll find the way. I made a sample I had pose in the sample and email it.   Ughhh if I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have eaten anything for weeks.  I cut my head out of the photo and winced.

Tuesday I heard they found dresses down town.  I was secretly relieved.  The dresses were replaced with  "Can you build two dragon mascot costumes for Friday?"  That request was replaced with can you make these store bought costumes look expensive for Friday.  This is Wednesday I get extra materials dropped off and ten minutes later that was cancelled.  So far all I built was eight felt sashes. I had other jobs that needed attention I was still going to work on set so cancelling my builds  for that show was fine.  A few hours later "Can you build a tuxedo for a giraffe?"   A Giraffe!!!!!   Nine o'clock the tuxedo for the giraffe was cancelled but they needed four more jungle girl options built.

I had to reference a few pulp covers, Raquel's iconic loincloth  and dig out the geometry equation for Torpedo bra cups.  It was high school drafting class instead of floor plans I was making  bra cups.  

Finally Show time!  Everything fit, everyone was happy I was happy thinking about some rest.  I look at my cell I got a text.   What time can I pick up my puppet?  Here we go again......

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Are You Ready?

"Are you ready to go on stage?" I never realized that sentence would drive so many people nuts.  That was the question I asked Gene Simmons on the first season of his show Family Jewels.  My wanna be actress friends were so jealous I was on a commercial that aired every half hour.  People from my past started paying attention to me.  I knew it was a fun ride and kept on moving forward.  Never dreaming of getting on stage.

Move forward a few years my old band Frightwig got together for a punk rock reunion in SF.  I swore I would never perform again next thing I know I am staring at the photos, feeling left out.  Next thing I know I am in SF plugging in my guitar.  Being in a room with my band playing Vagabondage was much a better than all the chocolate in the planet, and a gift card from Sephora.

"Are you ready to go on stage?"