Well, well,well.
Shopgirlove has the funny feeling that this show will really come together.
There are some rough spots and she's not the only one who needs to work on lyrics.
(She could just hide behind everyone else, if that were the case. But, alas, no. It appears that she must actually learn the words to all the songs--crappity-crap!)
The heart of it is there, though.
Break a leg, Shopgirlove!

Memories

All alone in the moonlight...oh no, wait. That's a different show. It's in English and rhymes. My show is in 5 different languages that do not share our tradition of the "hook." Shopgirlove is not at all surprised that "easy listening" did not come out of the Balkans. OK, back to the books. 1-2, 1-2-3, 1-2. Or was that 1-2-3, 1-2, 1-2. Or 1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3? Oh hell! More gin, anyone?

Shoes--check!

Help me, Baby Jesus! Not that Shopgirlove has any regrets. In fact, she's pretty sure she will be riding this out for the rest of her natural life. But, holy moly! Revels ain't easy. We start tech rehearsal Monday. Gulp. Thursday is the open-to-the-public dress rehearsal. That's a whole lot of memorizing in the next 4 days...

Shopgirlove is nervous

It turns out that many of Shopgirlove's friends and acquaintances will be present at most of her performances. This should be a reassuring sign of the support she enjoys but it is actually a terrifying realization that she really does have to memorize all of the music and lyrics by next Thursday. Oh holy hell. Also, has she mentioned how difficult it is to find shoes that are acceptable to la maitresse de la garde robe?

Seven

There are seven pieces to Shopgirlove's costume, and the wardrobe mistress isn't done, yet..two of those pieces are on the head (although, much more creatively draped than pictured here.) Several of the pieces are unmentionables that seem to contribute to a, shall we say, robust silhouette? According to La Maitress de la garderobe, Shopgirlove should braid her hair. Oh the flashbacks!

The first snow

Well! Shopgirlove wasn't quite ready for it, but Global
Warming notwithstanding, it snowed! That is to say: it snowed, then it rained, then it turned cold and snowed again. Translation? Nasty, horrible slush for the morning commute and scary, treacherous ice patches covered by powder for the evening commute. Good times! King Dutch is a fan...hmmm, not so much.

My favorite winter tale, by far, has been the lassitude of peasants. Why not spend the bleccch asleep with your loved-ones and your stock and throw your dead on the roof until the thaw? Makes sense to me!

Shopgirlove loves lassitude!

Logistics

Okay, so seriously. Shopgirlove needs a fridge. I'm not sure how to go about buying a major appliance, since I never have. But I want one! Sears? Ebay? Craig's List? How, exactly, does one locate, purchase, and arrange for delivery of a food-conservation device?