Getting ready

Ode to Mr. Fish

CenterStage does a program called the Young Playwrights Festival, where 7 plays by kids in K-12 are produced by CenterStage staff and professional actors. Its really fun, its all put together in two days, and the budget is very limited. My responsibilities for this years Festival included designing and creating an angry fish.
I made him out of sweat shirt! I sewed big lips around the hood, and eye balls on either side, and big scales all down the body.


It was the most fun to make, to design something myself, decide how I'm going to make it, and then do it. Wil said I got a little carried away, but it was one of the most creatively stimulating things I got to do at CenterStage. And, Mr. Fish was the first thing I've ever designed that has been on stage!

And I'm proud of him.

Goodbye to Baltimore

To say goodbye, I want to write about how amazing theater is, about how it transforms the simplest, silliest stories into beautiful painful universal moments, and how happy I am that I can participate.
I also want to write about Baltimore, how even though its a hard, dangerous city has these blinding seconds of sublime brilliance.
I also want to write about how amazing it is to fall in love, and how unexpected.

I can't quite find the words, but I'll miss you, Baltimore.

I'm making a backdrop for New York artist Allison Smith. It's very rainbow-y. I had lots of dye left over, so I made a scarf. I just put a bunch of dye in a squeeze bottle and scribbled.

Busy/Lazy

I've been so busy I've hardly had time to think. But opening night it tomorrow, so calm is on the way. No new knitting, but I finished some wristy-fingerless gloves.

This was my first ever time making a thumb hole, and I did it! I am so smart. Maybe one of these days I'll make gloves with fingers, since I can kind of see how its done.

The lacy pattern was really simple, just knit one, yarn over knit two together. It did that awesome twisty thing on its own.

From an old book

Theater Slave

Sometimes I feel really beaten down by the theater. It could be because I'm an intern, I don't get a chance to fix my mistakes, things get taken away from me if I mess up. Perhaps it's being subject to other people's insane whims. It could be the deadlines. Or it could be the terrible hours or the terrible pay. But then I put on my penguin head and it's alright.