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So.  After a lifetime of seriously not giving a shit about period clothing, I‘m a little weirded out about how delighted I am to book my second Edwardian-era gig in part because I know the clothing style and how striking it looks on stage.  Part of that is how you carry yourself in that garb. Your carriage. Your gait. How you sit down. Your clothes can help you with that, and the most important part - for Western women - is often the support garment, aka the corset. The modern bra (yay!) didn’t come into common use in the US until around 1920. Before then, you kept the girls up with a corset. It was not just used as a way to squeeze yourself into the latest trends, nor was its use solely determined by social class. So. I promise, pinky swear promise, that I will not whine about wearing a corset if required. Welp, not as much as in the past. And to not opt out of wearing one if given a choice this time. Actually ... Come to think of it, I thoug...

So. I checked my email a few days ago, and there it was - a glorious offer for a paid acting gig! Hurrah! Yippee! Employed again! Wahoo! Call the fam! And then. Ok. Back on the road again. Deep breath. Grap a pen and a notebook. It's time to start making to-do lists and putting stuff on the calendar. Like stopping delivery of the paper. Arranging to get your mail sent to you. Checking your stage make-up supply. Getting a tenant. I've done this enough that I've gotten very specific about some things: I take my own hot water kettle, pillowcases, French press, and blanky.First things to go on packing list. If I'm going to be living for months away from home, having a few comfort goods is a must. I start gathering the stuff I'll need for work well ahead of time. I get enough meds. Over the next few weeks I will regret not owning a printer as my hiring packet and script comes in. There will be a flurry of emails going back and forth if I'm staying in a ...