Now that it is October, rather the middle of it, I thought it high time to drag out my Halloween decorations. In September, once we reached the fall equinox, the cold nights had set in and the trees were changing color. I found it appropriate to set out my fall decorations. I’m sad to kiss summer goodbye but changing seasons is a reality in the Midwest.
I like fall. It’s one of my favorite seasons. I love Halloween. I’m not into scary gory creepy stuff. I am definitively not into spiders or any other large insects. But, hey, any holiday that comes with candy is okay by me.
I was in the mood for Halloween after working on horror films for the last two months. One horror film was about scarecrow zombies and one was about a haunted house. I knew about “ghost rules” before but I learned a lot about zombies. For example, zombies are after brains. Who knew?
In the theme of zombies, I found a great present for a friend in another state. I always send more of a gag present for her birthday. This year I found some books that were corporation style manuals about zombies and zombie management styles. Now, that I think of it, there are a lot of zombies in corporate America. A manual is a practical present after all.
The entire time that I was outside decorating, I was actually supposed to be operating as a self employed business woman who writes articles for magazines and companies for their internet. But, my artistic child wanted to put out Halloween items. I’m a sucker for children so it was easy for my artistic child to win out.
At the moment, we have no real children home to help decorate. This is pretty much a moot point because they stopped helping me decorate for anything several years ago. Although, I do get some occasional help if that particular child has a party planned. Ours is the house that often hosts the New Years, Valentine, St. Patrick’s Day, May Day, Fourth of July, Halloween or any other party. But, I have decorations for lots of seasons and holidays and today was the day to deck our outside for Halloween.
To be fair, I occasionally get help from my husband, Pat. Actually, I get help from him whenever I ask for it. But, he’s usually far more trouble than he’s worth so it can be risky and tricky to ask for help. Besides, right now he’s recovering from an outpatient laparoscopic hernia operation. No sense risking any complications there! So, he’s inside and has happily assumed the position in the recliner with the TV remote control. He is flicking from spaghetti westerns to nerd TV programs. Once in a while he wanders across a “He Man” program.
“He Man’ programs are reality TV programs about people who drive trucks across icy roads in Alaska, chop down trees in various parts of the country, or who catch big fish in the ocean for a living. I am sure all of these programs transmit testosterone through the airwaves to the remote where it can be absorbed through the skin by the holder of the remote. This is just in case any dude needs a top off of the guy stuff.
Decorating outside was a little more fun this year because I had my IPod to keep me company. I IPod is just loaded with tunes. I’ve discovered the CDs at the library. So, I regularly check them out and add to my music library. It doesn’t get much more fun than this.
So, when my artistic child asked me “Are You Ready”, I just Cast my Fate to the Wind, while Sloopy hung on as I staked out little lighted pumpkin warriors to protect all of us from the Eve of Destruction. I found that I didn’t really need any Help with this decorating adventure. My lilac bushes are sporting little cotton ghosts which hang from a branch on a string and Turn Turn Turn whenever it is Windy. Sometimes, the wind makes the lilac branches dance and the little ghosts go bouncing, a bit like a carnival ride. But the ghosts don’t mind as they have a Ticket To Ride. At night, in the light from the moon and the streetlamp these fun little ghosts can cast eerie Silhouettes.
Okay, if any of this sounds contrived, let me remind you that exercises in fantasy are what we do around here, baby! How awesome is that?
The IPod really is an inspirational tool. I wore it while mowing the grass and worked out a number of thoughts about upcoming books and passages in books that I am writing. It allows me to retreat to a sacred space where I can create. Some really special place where time stops and writing goes on and on, free from interruptions.
One of my projects at the moment is turning a basement bedroom into my office. I am almost drooling at the thought. At the moment, my “office” is located in the dining room, where I am prey to any number of distractions. Most of the distractions come on two feet and those feet are often in rather stinky men’s size 8 and a half bike shoes. The basement will be a haven.
Further, I can turn my artistic child loose. We can nail up a creative vision board on the wall, cut out all the inspirational pictures we want, pound nail holes anywhere we want, write on the walls and do just about anything else we want. All in the name of the story. Take that corporate America! This kind of behavior isn’t permitted in cubeville, I am sure.
Actually, I recently had the “pleasure” of reading some companies human resources manuals recently. Some companies won’t let their employees put up anything at their “workstation”. Pictures of kids, pets, friends, and anyone else are contraband. The same company allowed employees to have a calendar but only one. Hmm. Wonder if it was a conflict of interest if the calendar had pictures. Sigh. Silliness. There’s only one way to combat this kind of thinking. My artistic child wants an ice cream cone right now. And this is about to become a wish come true because the last time my artistic child and I went shopping, we bought an ice cream scoop, ice cream cones and ice cream. No sense saying good bye to summer without keeping on a few of the good parts.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Abba Blabba Do
It’s another lovely autumn day. I am multitasking – updating this blog while loading my CDs onto my laptop so they can go on my IPod. Hey, just because I’m old doesn’t make me a square.
In the meantime, two of my daughters are happily flitting about Europe because all of the world, literally, is their playground. One is in England doing a semester abroad study program through her college. The other is in Ireland doing an art internship, which resulted from a study abroad program at her college.
Back to my IPod. I’m rather proud of this. I got the IPod six months ago and took it out of the package the morning of my husband’s trip to outpatient surgery for a hernia operation. I knew without daughters to keep me company and entertain me, I needed reinforcements. Electronic reinforcements will do just fine.
So now I have over 2000 tunes on my IPod and lovely noise canceling Bose headphones to listen to them. It only took me three pairs of Bose headphones to get to this state of almost euphorbia. I had a pair of Bose headphones before. I also had music on my old laptop. I liked my old laptop but it was big, clunky and heavy. Very heavy. I used it while traveling back and forth to Chicago every other week. I had to take it out of the briefcase and put it in a bin to go through security then shove it back in my briefcase and trudge to my terminal. This isn’t too bad in the Des Moines airport, but it can be challenging at O’Hare. But there were benefits – I am sure it made my wrists strong.
I also worked in a cube. I hate cubes. I hate working in offices where anyone has to sit in a cube. Cubes are basically just awful. This is why innovative companies don’t have them. Innovative companies put people in private offices where they found their employees are far far more productive. This is understandable. The “cube” concept must be a hold over from those one room school houses they had in the 1800s. The ones where children just sat in desks in the same room regardless of their grade. This didn’t work then and it doesn’t work now. It is basically distracting and an impediment to learning.
So when one works for a company that isn’t proactive enough to put everyone in a private office one simply needs noise canceling headphones. Therefore, I rescued myself from this predicament compliments of the Bose company. I loved those headphones, but I left this job and didn’t need the headphones so much. Then, my music loving artist daughter came home and discovered them. Of course, I gave them to her. She uses them regularly and loves them too.
Then our youngest daughter put a pair of headphones on her wish list. She had tried on a pair during a band trip and loved them. I think it was originally a Christmas wish list. But the problem was that she didn’t specify which kind of Bose headphones she wanted. Of course I got them for her. She tried out the ones I got and decided she wanted the other kind. Her birthday is a few weeks after Christmas, so, of course, I got those too. The end result was really a win win – a left over pair of Bose headphones. One for me! I don’t care what kind I have – just as long as they are noise canceling.
So, I put those lovely headphones to the test at the hospital. They worked just great. I was in bliss. I had transferred songs to my new very compact very portable Apple laptop. It had transferred the songs to my IPod. Pretty magical if you ask me.
There’s one slight problem. I have very distinctive kinds of music that I like. This basically means generally I don’t get to listen to my favorites in the car if anyone else is present. I like some pretty wild songs like “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B” and almost all of the songs from the Disney kid shows – like “The Little Mermaid”. Another bad habit of mine is that when I really really like a song, I will listen to it over and over for hours. Sadly, this got the “Shrek” CD as well as the one from “The Little Mermaid” banned from my van. I guess my family just doesn’t understand the needs of my artistic child side.
Fortunately, I also like oldies rock and Beatles and Rolling Stones and “modern” groups like Lincoln Park and Fray. So basically, I get to listen to everyone else CDs or radio stations.
So, imagine my surprise when my IPod started playing a lot of my youngest daughter’s CDs. Like the one from “Mamma Mia”. That’s one of her favorite musicals. I like Abba but once is enough for those songs.
So, there I was, multitasking in the hospital waiting room too. It was a very lovely and comfortable room. I found a very comfortable couch across from a very lovely fireplace. I plopped down and began unpacking. I always drag a lot with me. Best to be prepared is my motto. So, I look like I’m moving in, wherever I go. I was set. I had munchies. I had my laptop. I had my IPod. I had those headphones. I had a book to read. And best of all, I had time to read it.
Back to multitasking. I quickly learned how to skip through songs. Then I discovered the most wonderful feature of all – yep, how to listen to the same song over and over and over and over. I was in hog heaven.
Then, suddenly, it was time to bring the old man home. The nurse bundled him up in a wheel chair and we trudged down the hallway to the door. I drove him home – listening to his radio station, of course. Today, he’s doing great after the hernia operation. He’s in hog heaven himself – in a rather blissful state from the wonders of modern medicine – pain killers! The Iowa Hawkeyes are playing and I doubt if he’s focused on the TV. At the moment he has a bit of a dazed look on his face and what could best be described as an idiotic smile. But then, that’s the way he looks most of the time. Unless he’s complaining. I’ll take this over complaints any day of the week.
And I am multitasking again. Loading my lovely CDs on the laptop so those wonderful tunes, like “Appalachian Stomp” and “Sing Sing Sing” can find their way on to my IPod. I’ve also discovered another wonderful feature. How to delete songs from my playlist.
Bye Bye Abba Blabba Do.
In the meantime, two of my daughters are happily flitting about Europe because all of the world, literally, is their playground. One is in England doing a semester abroad study program through her college. The other is in Ireland doing an art internship, which resulted from a study abroad program at her college.
Back to my IPod. I’m rather proud of this. I got the IPod six months ago and took it out of the package the morning of my husband’s trip to outpatient surgery for a hernia operation. I knew without daughters to keep me company and entertain me, I needed reinforcements. Electronic reinforcements will do just fine.
So now I have over 2000 tunes on my IPod and lovely noise canceling Bose headphones to listen to them. It only took me three pairs of Bose headphones to get to this state of almost euphorbia. I had a pair of Bose headphones before. I also had music on my old laptop. I liked my old laptop but it was big, clunky and heavy. Very heavy. I used it while traveling back and forth to Chicago every other week. I had to take it out of the briefcase and put it in a bin to go through security then shove it back in my briefcase and trudge to my terminal. This isn’t too bad in the Des Moines airport, but it can be challenging at O’Hare. But there were benefits – I am sure it made my wrists strong.
I also worked in a cube. I hate cubes. I hate working in offices where anyone has to sit in a cube. Cubes are basically just awful. This is why innovative companies don’t have them. Innovative companies put people in private offices where they found their employees are far far more productive. This is understandable. The “cube” concept must be a hold over from those one room school houses they had in the 1800s. The ones where children just sat in desks in the same room regardless of their grade. This didn’t work then and it doesn’t work now. It is basically distracting and an impediment to learning.
So when one works for a company that isn’t proactive enough to put everyone in a private office one simply needs noise canceling headphones. Therefore, I rescued myself from this predicament compliments of the Bose company. I loved those headphones, but I left this job and didn’t need the headphones so much. Then, my music loving artist daughter came home and discovered them. Of course, I gave them to her. She uses them regularly and loves them too.
Then our youngest daughter put a pair of headphones on her wish list. She had tried on a pair during a band trip and loved them. I think it was originally a Christmas wish list. But the problem was that she didn’t specify which kind of Bose headphones she wanted. Of course I got them for her. She tried out the ones I got and decided she wanted the other kind. Her birthday is a few weeks after Christmas, so, of course, I got those too. The end result was really a win win – a left over pair of Bose headphones. One for me! I don’t care what kind I have – just as long as they are noise canceling.
So, I put those lovely headphones to the test at the hospital. They worked just great. I was in bliss. I had transferred songs to my new very compact very portable Apple laptop. It had transferred the songs to my IPod. Pretty magical if you ask me.
There’s one slight problem. I have very distinctive kinds of music that I like. This basically means generally I don’t get to listen to my favorites in the car if anyone else is present. I like some pretty wild songs like “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B” and almost all of the songs from the Disney kid shows – like “The Little Mermaid”. Another bad habit of mine is that when I really really like a song, I will listen to it over and over for hours. Sadly, this got the “Shrek” CD as well as the one from “The Little Mermaid” banned from my van. I guess my family just doesn’t understand the needs of my artistic child side.
Fortunately, I also like oldies rock and Beatles and Rolling Stones and “modern” groups like Lincoln Park and Fray. So basically, I get to listen to everyone else CDs or radio stations.
So, imagine my surprise when my IPod started playing a lot of my youngest daughter’s CDs. Like the one from “Mamma Mia”. That’s one of her favorite musicals. I like Abba but once is enough for those songs.
So, there I was, multitasking in the hospital waiting room too. It was a very lovely and comfortable room. I found a very comfortable couch across from a very lovely fireplace. I plopped down and began unpacking. I always drag a lot with me. Best to be prepared is my motto. So, I look like I’m moving in, wherever I go. I was set. I had munchies. I had my laptop. I had my IPod. I had those headphones. I had a book to read. And best of all, I had time to read it.
Back to multitasking. I quickly learned how to skip through songs. Then I discovered the most wonderful feature of all – yep, how to listen to the same song over and over and over and over. I was in hog heaven.
Then, suddenly, it was time to bring the old man home. The nurse bundled him up in a wheel chair and we trudged down the hallway to the door. I drove him home – listening to his radio station, of course. Today, he’s doing great after the hernia operation. He’s in hog heaven himself – in a rather blissful state from the wonders of modern medicine – pain killers! The Iowa Hawkeyes are playing and I doubt if he’s focused on the TV. At the moment he has a bit of a dazed look on his face and what could best be described as an idiotic smile. But then, that’s the way he looks most of the time. Unless he’s complaining. I’ll take this over complaints any day of the week.
And I am multitasking again. Loading my lovely CDs on the laptop so those wonderful tunes, like “Appalachian Stomp” and “Sing Sing Sing” can find their way on to my IPod. I’ve also discovered another wonderful feature. How to delete songs from my playlist.
Bye Bye Abba Blabba Do.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
New Skills and Battery Checks
Well, I’ve added a new skill to my list of things I can do. Now I “Skype”. This is actually rather slick. It’s an internet phone. If your computer has a video camera, people can see you. If your computer doesn’t have a video camera and doesn’t have audio, then you can type notes back and forth to someone anywhere in the world.
This is awesome because we have two children currently oversees. Our middle daughter is doing an art internship in Ireland and our youngest daughter is doing a semester abroad in England. I am not sure how either of them is living without their cell phones.
They are on my cell phone plan because mom goes in for texting and sending photos back and forth. Mom also has a national plan with goo gobs of minutes. So basically, I talk an average of 2 minutes a month. They use up the other 998. Too funny.
But, we don’t have satellite phones and we don’t have international calling. I could add it for emergencies. But my idea of an emergency is when someone has gotten on a wrong train in Europe and wound up in East Germany at some unknown city and doesn’t speak any German other than what was learned while watching “The Sound of Music”. I am pretty sure their idea of an emergency is much different and has something to do with hearing the sound of a boyfriend’s voice. On the other hand, both of these daughters are very resourceful and I am sure they can handle any unplanned adventures that come their way just fine. So who needs international calling?
I think I’ve kept up with the times pretty well. I can text message, albeit slowing and in proper English. I know how to use the internet and I am gong to tackle my IPod this week. I have an IPod that I got last March when I bought a new Apple laptop. My IPod is still in the box. This IPod is going to save me this weekend, but that’s a whole other story.
Text messaging came pretty easy to me. I figured it out all by myself while alone in the car one evening waiting for the youngest daughter and her friend. Basically, text messaging is simply an electronic version of something I was quite skilled at in school – note passing.
I learned note writing and note passing in junior high. I carried this skill with me into high school and then it has been forgotten all these decades. Now – it’s back - electronically! Text messaging was a way for me to keep in contact with my daughters while they were in school. I welcomed any contact from them, even messages complaining about how boring certain classes were.
Since my home desk top computer doesn’t have a video camera and doesn’t have a microphone, Skyping isn’t that easy on it. But Skype let’s you trade notes back and forth – chatting. I’m still into note passing and any chat the daughter’s want to have.
I’m excited about setting up my IPod too. I think it’s going to be a saving grace this weekend. You see, my husband is having outpatient hernia surgery. It’s a small hernia and he’ll have a laparoscopic procedure. So, I think all will go well and he’ll heal just fine. But, there will be moments of drama, I am sure.
Actually, there are more likely to be hours and days of drama. I’m hoping that the anesthesia and grogginess lasts a long time. Because, as soon as it wears off, my husband will seize the moment to make academy award pained expressions as he dramatically raises the remote control to change TV channels. He will feebly grasp his water glass and grimace as he slowly sips water and comment that his throat is sore from the anesthesia tube.
On the other hand, maybe it’s not an anesthesia tube. Maybe the docs figured out that if they stuff a pipe down someone’s throat, the patient cannot complain. Hmmm. Wonder if that tube can be left in for a few days....
But, like I said, I am prepared. Any weekend that my husband can’t go out and ride his bike is usually a miserable weekend for me. I get two stories, four walls and Mr. Annoying. But this time, I have my noise canceling headphones. This weekend I am hoping that noise canceling includes moaning groaning spouses. My computer is upstairs in the dining room on the main floor of our house – with a clear shot into the family room where the TV is. But, I have cleverly moved my chair and set up my large flat screen monitor. This will block my vision of his antics so I don’t have to roll my eyes as much.
I am sure that once the moaning and groaning doesn’t get a reaction from my, his next attempt at attention will be to turn the TV up too loud. Make that WAY TOO LOUD. He likes to watch movies with the “entertainment system” turned up full blast. He has been known to have it on so loudly that pictures fall off our walls.
I am prepared for that too. We have a remote control. It needs batteries. We have rechargeable batteries. None of them are charged. Therefore, he won’t be able to turn the volume up with the remote control. He is unlikely to get up out of the chair to turn the volume up. I, of course, will be working away on books and magazine articles at my lovely computer with my headphones on listening to my IPod. He will eventually get bored and fall asleep. Sleep is good for healing. I don’t see a down side to this plan. It’s a win win.
So, the plan is that he sleeps a lot on Friday right after the surgery. Saturday he can watch westerns in the morning and college football in the afternoon. Sunday he’ll have regular football games to watch. Eventually he’ll have to go back to the doctor for a recheck. Maybe I can get his hearing checked while we’re at it. Of course, then I’d just have to make sure that the batteries for his hearing aid are always charged.
This is awesome because we have two children currently oversees. Our middle daughter is doing an art internship in Ireland and our youngest daughter is doing a semester abroad in England. I am not sure how either of them is living without their cell phones.
They are on my cell phone plan because mom goes in for texting and sending photos back and forth. Mom also has a national plan with goo gobs of minutes. So basically, I talk an average of 2 minutes a month. They use up the other 998. Too funny.
But, we don’t have satellite phones and we don’t have international calling. I could add it for emergencies. But my idea of an emergency is when someone has gotten on a wrong train in Europe and wound up in East Germany at some unknown city and doesn’t speak any German other than what was learned while watching “The Sound of Music”. I am pretty sure their idea of an emergency is much different and has something to do with hearing the sound of a boyfriend’s voice. On the other hand, both of these daughters are very resourceful and I am sure they can handle any unplanned adventures that come their way just fine. So who needs international calling?
I think I’ve kept up with the times pretty well. I can text message, albeit slowing and in proper English. I know how to use the internet and I am gong to tackle my IPod this week. I have an IPod that I got last March when I bought a new Apple laptop. My IPod is still in the box. This IPod is going to save me this weekend, but that’s a whole other story.
Text messaging came pretty easy to me. I figured it out all by myself while alone in the car one evening waiting for the youngest daughter and her friend. Basically, text messaging is simply an electronic version of something I was quite skilled at in school – note passing.
I learned note writing and note passing in junior high. I carried this skill with me into high school and then it has been forgotten all these decades. Now – it’s back - electronically! Text messaging was a way for me to keep in contact with my daughters while they were in school. I welcomed any contact from them, even messages complaining about how boring certain classes were.
Since my home desk top computer doesn’t have a video camera and doesn’t have a microphone, Skyping isn’t that easy on it. But Skype let’s you trade notes back and forth – chatting. I’m still into note passing and any chat the daughter’s want to have.
I’m excited about setting up my IPod too. I think it’s going to be a saving grace this weekend. You see, my husband is having outpatient hernia surgery. It’s a small hernia and he’ll have a laparoscopic procedure. So, I think all will go well and he’ll heal just fine. But, there will be moments of drama, I am sure.
Actually, there are more likely to be hours and days of drama. I’m hoping that the anesthesia and grogginess lasts a long time. Because, as soon as it wears off, my husband will seize the moment to make academy award pained expressions as he dramatically raises the remote control to change TV channels. He will feebly grasp his water glass and grimace as he slowly sips water and comment that his throat is sore from the anesthesia tube.
On the other hand, maybe it’s not an anesthesia tube. Maybe the docs figured out that if they stuff a pipe down someone’s throat, the patient cannot complain. Hmmm. Wonder if that tube can be left in for a few days....
But, like I said, I am prepared. Any weekend that my husband can’t go out and ride his bike is usually a miserable weekend for me. I get two stories, four walls and Mr. Annoying. But this time, I have my noise canceling headphones. This weekend I am hoping that noise canceling includes moaning groaning spouses. My computer is upstairs in the dining room on the main floor of our house – with a clear shot into the family room where the TV is. But, I have cleverly moved my chair and set up my large flat screen monitor. This will block my vision of his antics so I don’t have to roll my eyes as much.
I am sure that once the moaning and groaning doesn’t get a reaction from my, his next attempt at attention will be to turn the TV up too loud. Make that WAY TOO LOUD. He likes to watch movies with the “entertainment system” turned up full blast. He has been known to have it on so loudly that pictures fall off our walls.
I am prepared for that too. We have a remote control. It needs batteries. We have rechargeable batteries. None of them are charged. Therefore, he won’t be able to turn the volume up with the remote control. He is unlikely to get up out of the chair to turn the volume up. I, of course, will be working away on books and magazine articles at my lovely computer with my headphones on listening to my IPod. He will eventually get bored and fall asleep. Sleep is good for healing. I don’t see a down side to this plan. It’s a win win.
So, the plan is that he sleeps a lot on Friday right after the surgery. Saturday he can watch westerns in the morning and college football in the afternoon. Sunday he’ll have regular football games to watch. Eventually he’ll have to go back to the doctor for a recheck. Maybe I can get his hearing checked while we’re at it. Of course, then I’d just have to make sure that the batteries for his hearing aid are always charged.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Permanent Press-to Chango
My husband gave himself food poisoning again this past weekend. This is the second time now that he has done this. I see his adventures into digestive distress as a sign that he is finally embracing the women’s movement, albeit a millennium too late. This is because, in the past, he has relied upon me to cook inedible meals.
I owe his new found gastric consciousness and capabilities to, what else, the movie industry. I have been working on movie sets in Iowa non-stop since May. During these past five months he has learned to fend for himself, with the exception of doing the laundry. I still have no intention of letting him near the washing machine no matter how long the hours on set may be. There is absolutely no telling what he would throw in there. There also is no horror movie made to date that is any where as terrifying as the sight of what I would find in the washing machine after he’s done a few loads. Scary. Very scary.
I remember all too well what happened to my friend when her children helped her. Her children had convinced her that they needed a dog. Make that dogs. She has two children and they each needed a dog. Of course, two children cannot share one dog, so each child needed a dog. The oldest one, a calm laid back easy going soul picked out “Buddy”, a calm laid back easy going dog who was also house broken.
Her youngest picked out a devil dog with the misleading name of “Sweetie”. The dog’s temperament was fitting. This child played for the “devils” on a youth sports team. Therefore, a devil dog for a devil child was appropriate. Sweetie, the devil dog was housebroken but used selective memory and random occurrences of this talent. Therefore, Sweetie’s accidents were not accidents at all but deliberate and, I am sure, premeditate acts of mutiny and mischief.
So, therefore it was no surprise when my friend noticed a strange odor coming from her laundry one day. She checked the clothes in the dryer and discovered skid marks. Really gross skid marks caused by a “dog present” that had gone through the laundry in tact and made it into the dryer as one difficult to dissolve sausage shaped unwanted item. It was attached to a piece of clothing and left marks all around the dryer. Common response: Ew gross.
While my husband is house broken (thank his mother for that one), there is no telling what he leaves in his pockets. Our laundry has to go through a number of tests before it is safe to toss into the washer. One test is the clank test. The clank test is performed by taking any piece of laundry and slapping it against the outside of the washing machine. If it clanks, and it has not belts, buckles, or large shiny metal buttons, it is not safe in the machine. It has ‘objects’ of unknown origin in the pockets. Items failing the clank test get recycled back into the laundry test pile on the floor of the spare bedroom. My husband watches TV in there. He has plenty of time to check pockets before chucking dirty clothes back into the hamper.
This actually is one of those logic statements. The full statement goes something like this. My husband watches TV. My husband watches a lot of TV. My husband watches a lot of TV in the spare bedroom. There is dirty laundry which didn’t pass the clank test on the floor in the spare bedroom. Therefore, my husband has ample time to inspect the pockets of his dirty laundry before landing it in the hamper.
There’s also the moisture test. If it looks wet, it is probably sweaty and crawling with bacteria. Therefore, it is not safe to touch. Laundry which is not safe to touch is not going to be picked up by me and chucked in the laundry machine – at least not with my bare hands. Common response to wet or damp laundry. Ew Gross. Solution to gross wet or damp laundry – barbeque tongs and forks. These work very well for picking up yukky bike clothes that need to be detoxified in the wash.
Since scientists have invented fibers and materials in clothes that they claim can “breathe”, I’m thinking the next step is to create ones that move on their own. Think of the possiblities. Dirty clothes can be trained to jump into the washing machine on their own. This could save families and marriages. Just imagine how much quality time families could have if the need to nag about picking up clothes was eliminated? I’m thinking highly trained technically advanced voice activated fibers in clothes? Socks and gloves would find each other – no more orphan socks or missing gloves. I have a number of right hand gloves just pining away into nothing after their missing left hand mates. Gloves mate for life, you know. Socks have a tendency to be a little more philandering but what would you expect from something that can be turned into a monkey puppet? But then socks also lead double lives as thumbless mittens and dust rags. What else could you expect but mischief from something like that?
Yes, our future with smart fibers would be great. Bedclothes could straighten themselves out. Clean clothes could point to dirty clothes hiding under the bed, or couch, or wherever else children and husband’s stuff them. A clever canvass back pack could sound an alarm when homework hasn’t been taken out to complete. Rugs could report on missing library books. Curtains might send a message about windows left open in approaching rain. Just as long as the fibers are taught a sense of decency. I don’t want any pants telling me that they make me look fat. I get enough of that back talk from the mirror.
I owe his new found gastric consciousness and capabilities to, what else, the movie industry. I have been working on movie sets in Iowa non-stop since May. During these past five months he has learned to fend for himself, with the exception of doing the laundry. I still have no intention of letting him near the washing machine no matter how long the hours on set may be. There is absolutely no telling what he would throw in there. There also is no horror movie made to date that is any where as terrifying as the sight of what I would find in the washing machine after he’s done a few loads. Scary. Very scary.
I remember all too well what happened to my friend when her children helped her. Her children had convinced her that they needed a dog. Make that dogs. She has two children and they each needed a dog. Of course, two children cannot share one dog, so each child needed a dog. The oldest one, a calm laid back easy going soul picked out “Buddy”, a calm laid back easy going dog who was also house broken.
Her youngest picked out a devil dog with the misleading name of “Sweetie”. The dog’s temperament was fitting. This child played for the “devils” on a youth sports team. Therefore, a devil dog for a devil child was appropriate. Sweetie, the devil dog was housebroken but used selective memory and random occurrences of this talent. Therefore, Sweetie’s accidents were not accidents at all but deliberate and, I am sure, premeditate acts of mutiny and mischief.
So, therefore it was no surprise when my friend noticed a strange odor coming from her laundry one day. She checked the clothes in the dryer and discovered skid marks. Really gross skid marks caused by a “dog present” that had gone through the laundry in tact and made it into the dryer as one difficult to dissolve sausage shaped unwanted item. It was attached to a piece of clothing and left marks all around the dryer. Common response: Ew gross.
While my husband is house broken (thank his mother for that one), there is no telling what he leaves in his pockets. Our laundry has to go through a number of tests before it is safe to toss into the washer. One test is the clank test. The clank test is performed by taking any piece of laundry and slapping it against the outside of the washing machine. If it clanks, and it has not belts, buckles, or large shiny metal buttons, it is not safe in the machine. It has ‘objects’ of unknown origin in the pockets. Items failing the clank test get recycled back into the laundry test pile on the floor of the spare bedroom. My husband watches TV in there. He has plenty of time to check pockets before chucking dirty clothes back into the hamper.
This actually is one of those logic statements. The full statement goes something like this. My husband watches TV. My husband watches a lot of TV. My husband watches a lot of TV in the spare bedroom. There is dirty laundry which didn’t pass the clank test on the floor in the spare bedroom. Therefore, my husband has ample time to inspect the pockets of his dirty laundry before landing it in the hamper.
There’s also the moisture test. If it looks wet, it is probably sweaty and crawling with bacteria. Therefore, it is not safe to touch. Laundry which is not safe to touch is not going to be picked up by me and chucked in the laundry machine – at least not with my bare hands. Common response to wet or damp laundry. Ew Gross. Solution to gross wet or damp laundry – barbeque tongs and forks. These work very well for picking up yukky bike clothes that need to be detoxified in the wash.
Since scientists have invented fibers and materials in clothes that they claim can “breathe”, I’m thinking the next step is to create ones that move on their own. Think of the possiblities. Dirty clothes can be trained to jump into the washing machine on their own. This could save families and marriages. Just imagine how much quality time families could have if the need to nag about picking up clothes was eliminated? I’m thinking highly trained technically advanced voice activated fibers in clothes? Socks and gloves would find each other – no more orphan socks or missing gloves. I have a number of right hand gloves just pining away into nothing after their missing left hand mates. Gloves mate for life, you know. Socks have a tendency to be a little more philandering but what would you expect from something that can be turned into a monkey puppet? But then socks also lead double lives as thumbless mittens and dust rags. What else could you expect but mischief from something like that?
Yes, our future with smart fibers would be great. Bedclothes could straighten themselves out. Clean clothes could point to dirty clothes hiding under the bed, or couch, or wherever else children and husband’s stuff them. A clever canvass back pack could sound an alarm when homework hasn’t been taken out to complete. Rugs could report on missing library books. Curtains might send a message about windows left open in approaching rain. Just as long as the fibers are taught a sense of decency. I don’t want any pants telling me that they make me look fat. I get enough of that back talk from the mirror.
Monday, September 7, 2009
I Married the Missing Link
Men have hard heads. In fact, modern medical technology is finding that the average male skull has a good six inches of calcified lining (aka bone) all the way around. This leaves very little room in any guy’s head for any neurological function in the form of a working brain.
Also, the male brain remains in its very ancient form. Fortunately, primeval instincts are rooted in the nucleolus of every cell. This medical fact explains why men can function on some levels and not others. For example, concepts like “I am hungry, I need to sleep, and I have to pee” can get through even the thickest headed guy. Concepts like “don’t grease your bike in the house on the new carpet”, “please shut the door you just left open so the flies don’t get in”, and “the light is burned out and needs to be changed” never have a chance of sinking in.
If there is anyone out there who doubts this, just come to my house and spend a week with my husband. He is living proof of all these facts. You might think I am comparing him to the missing link in evolution. No comparison needed. His entire bike team is called “Team Missing Link”. Need I say more?
All of my friends know I married the missing link. Most of my relatives know I married the missing link, although Pat’s side of the family may be in denial. Who could blame them? But the kids know I married the missing link. That’s why we have a phrase that goes like “well, that’s dad for you”.
Right now I am working on another movie. I’ve moved from scarecrow zombies to houses with spirits. I’ve also moved from the east side of Interstate 35 to the west side of Interstate 35. Since we had some unseasonably cold weather for the last shoot, I am hoping the west side brings us more California weather and less northern New England.
What my working on another movie means to my family is that the house elf is gone. Gone, gone, gone. House elves are those little unseen folk who not only run the dirty dishes, but unload the dishwasher and put the clean dishes away so there’s always enough bowls, glasses and spoons. House elves always keep enough soap, toothpaste and deodorant for everyone. House elves also make sure there’s food in the fridge, extra rolls of toilet paper in every bathroom, that the milk hasn’t expired and that the bread isn’t moldy. House elves also keep everyone’s favorite soup in the cupboard, have an extra box of saltines on hand in the pantry, and keep the laundry washed and put away. House elves also always know where everything is. Therefore, when someone can’t find a back pack, or a pair of bike gloves, the house elf knows the back pack is at the bottom of the stairs and the bike gloves are out in the garage on top of the table saw.
But let’s face it. House elves are in big demand by movie companies making movies in Iowa! In our house, the house elf also mows the lawn. This is because I enjoy yard work and I do a good job with mowing the lawn. Therefore, when I mow the lawn it’s green and lush and looks nice. Little bunnies hop through our lawn, deer mosey through on occasion. Owls take up residence in our trees and little birdies twitter in the evergreen and lilac bushes. All is well with the universe.
When my husband mows the lawn, we never know what is going to happen. Okay, that’s not true. We do know what is going to happen and it scares us. Suddenly there will be large dead circles in the middle of the lawn. These might be miniature crop circles formed when people from his home planet try to contact him. But they are more likely toxic chemical burns in the center of the yard caused by his pouring out turpentine on the grass. We can tell it’s turpentine from a mile away due to the unique odor of turpentine. The turpentine disposal stems from Pat’s decision that things needed to be soaked in turpentine. Things like bike chains and lawn mower parts.
Suddenly rose bushes disappear right out of the ground. This could also be explained by an alien landing in the rose bushes under the window in our house. The alien might think the thorny rose bush was attacking and therefore had to be zapped into nonexistence by powerful alien zappo rays. Another vote for the zappo rays are the crop circles around where the rose bushes were.
But the disappearing rose bush and crop circles in the rose garden can also be explained by a running lawn mower being lifted into the rose garden and all the ground cover and rose bushes being mowed into smitherines. Also, the foot prints in the rose garden look mysteriously like husband foot prints and not like alien foot prints.
Another vote for the missing link explanation versus the alien attack explanation is that this has happened before. It happens every time my husband has to mow the grass. He seems to get carried away and not notice that the grass has stopped and that he has reached an area marked off by rocks, landscaping timbers, solar light and a very pronounced change in vegetation. One would also think that since he dug the holes for the rose bushes while I planted them that he might remember.
But, six inches of bone is six inches of bone. A memory like digging several holes on a hot day and getting stabbed by thorns on the rose bush as we lifted them into the holes doesn’t have a chance of remaining.
There’s another fact that goes with the six inch lining of bone. The space in the center is a finite space. Therefore, according to all the laws of physics, it can only hold so much. Once full, something must be taken out before more can be taken in.
The male mind is very selective in the thoughts that will be retained. Therefore, when the news of Brett Favre playing for the Vikings came along – well something just had to do. Therefore it was a simple choice – memory of location of prickly rose bushes out. New knowledge of Brett Favre being a Viking – in.
This new movie shoot lasts 3 weeks. That’s 3 more times our lawn will be mowed. I went around the yard last night and showed my husband all the areas that are grass and can be mowed. I showed him the spots of missing rosebushes. He, of course, denied mowing the rose garden. He probably doesn’t remember it. I’ll be putting up a little fence today to help his ailing memory. I would ask the Vikings to come down and replace the slaughtered rose bushes – but that’s even scarier. I’d have an entire yard full of bone heads. Who knows how many crop circles that could be?
Also, the male brain remains in its very ancient form. Fortunately, primeval instincts are rooted in the nucleolus of every cell. This medical fact explains why men can function on some levels and not others. For example, concepts like “I am hungry, I need to sleep, and I have to pee” can get through even the thickest headed guy. Concepts like “don’t grease your bike in the house on the new carpet”, “please shut the door you just left open so the flies don’t get in”, and “the light is burned out and needs to be changed” never have a chance of sinking in.
If there is anyone out there who doubts this, just come to my house and spend a week with my husband. He is living proof of all these facts. You might think I am comparing him to the missing link in evolution. No comparison needed. His entire bike team is called “Team Missing Link”. Need I say more?
All of my friends know I married the missing link. Most of my relatives know I married the missing link, although Pat’s side of the family may be in denial. Who could blame them? But the kids know I married the missing link. That’s why we have a phrase that goes like “well, that’s dad for you”.
Right now I am working on another movie. I’ve moved from scarecrow zombies to houses with spirits. I’ve also moved from the east side of Interstate 35 to the west side of Interstate 35. Since we had some unseasonably cold weather for the last shoot, I am hoping the west side brings us more California weather and less northern New England.
What my working on another movie means to my family is that the house elf is gone. Gone, gone, gone. House elves are those little unseen folk who not only run the dirty dishes, but unload the dishwasher and put the clean dishes away so there’s always enough bowls, glasses and spoons. House elves always keep enough soap, toothpaste and deodorant for everyone. House elves also make sure there’s food in the fridge, extra rolls of toilet paper in every bathroom, that the milk hasn’t expired and that the bread isn’t moldy. House elves also keep everyone’s favorite soup in the cupboard, have an extra box of saltines on hand in the pantry, and keep the laundry washed and put away. House elves also always know where everything is. Therefore, when someone can’t find a back pack, or a pair of bike gloves, the house elf knows the back pack is at the bottom of the stairs and the bike gloves are out in the garage on top of the table saw.
But let’s face it. House elves are in big demand by movie companies making movies in Iowa! In our house, the house elf also mows the lawn. This is because I enjoy yard work and I do a good job with mowing the lawn. Therefore, when I mow the lawn it’s green and lush and looks nice. Little bunnies hop through our lawn, deer mosey through on occasion. Owls take up residence in our trees and little birdies twitter in the evergreen and lilac bushes. All is well with the universe.
When my husband mows the lawn, we never know what is going to happen. Okay, that’s not true. We do know what is going to happen and it scares us. Suddenly there will be large dead circles in the middle of the lawn. These might be miniature crop circles formed when people from his home planet try to contact him. But they are more likely toxic chemical burns in the center of the yard caused by his pouring out turpentine on the grass. We can tell it’s turpentine from a mile away due to the unique odor of turpentine. The turpentine disposal stems from Pat’s decision that things needed to be soaked in turpentine. Things like bike chains and lawn mower parts.
Suddenly rose bushes disappear right out of the ground. This could also be explained by an alien landing in the rose bushes under the window in our house. The alien might think the thorny rose bush was attacking and therefore had to be zapped into nonexistence by powerful alien zappo rays. Another vote for the zappo rays are the crop circles around where the rose bushes were.
But the disappearing rose bush and crop circles in the rose garden can also be explained by a running lawn mower being lifted into the rose garden and all the ground cover and rose bushes being mowed into smitherines. Also, the foot prints in the rose garden look mysteriously like husband foot prints and not like alien foot prints.
Another vote for the missing link explanation versus the alien attack explanation is that this has happened before. It happens every time my husband has to mow the grass. He seems to get carried away and not notice that the grass has stopped and that he has reached an area marked off by rocks, landscaping timbers, solar light and a very pronounced change in vegetation. One would also think that since he dug the holes for the rose bushes while I planted them that he might remember.
But, six inches of bone is six inches of bone. A memory like digging several holes on a hot day and getting stabbed by thorns on the rose bush as we lifted them into the holes doesn’t have a chance of remaining.
There’s another fact that goes with the six inch lining of bone. The space in the center is a finite space. Therefore, according to all the laws of physics, it can only hold so much. Once full, something must be taken out before more can be taken in.
The male mind is very selective in the thoughts that will be retained. Therefore, when the news of Brett Favre playing for the Vikings came along – well something just had to do. Therefore it was a simple choice – memory of location of prickly rose bushes out. New knowledge of Brett Favre being a Viking – in.
This new movie shoot lasts 3 weeks. That’s 3 more times our lawn will be mowed. I went around the yard last night and showed my husband all the areas that are grass and can be mowed. I showed him the spots of missing rosebushes. He, of course, denied mowing the rose garden. He probably doesn’t remember it. I’ll be putting up a little fence today to help his ailing memory. I would ask the Vikings to come down and replace the slaughtered rose bushes – but that’s even scarier. I’d have an entire yard full of bone heads. Who knows how many crop circles that could be?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Who Knew Making Mud Pies Was A Job Skill?
Both of my grandmothers knew that threading a needle and filling a bobbin were job skills. I have learned that they are right. I think my job description is "whatever". Who would have known that knowing the location of all the thrift stores and laundromats was a job skill. I’ve been fortunate to have worked for several movies filmed the last two years in the Midwest. The movie companies film here because of the film tax credit incentives. I wanted to work in actual movie production because I thought it would help my screenwriting – and it has.
Here's the inside skinny on the wardrobe department in movie land. The wardrobe for each movie is set by the tone of the script, the personality of the character, and the time period, whether it’s the Civil War or the 1980’s. Then each character has quirks, such as wearing delicate turquoise jewelry, polo shirts, or a lot of pink. You know how you can look at a sweater and know that it's the kind of sweater a certain friend of yours would wear? The character's wardrobe changes throughout the movie based on the scene in the script. The head of wardrobe reads the script noting the tone, time period and personality of the characters, decides what clothing is needed for each character for each scene and shops for the movie. Sometimes I have been sent shopping. The wardrobe department also needs supplies, like supplies of tee shirts, socks, printers, photo paper, ink cartridges, laundry soap, bleach, fabric softener, printer paper, etc. Wardrobe may buy 5 sets of each outfit for the character - one for the stand in, two for the actor and two for the stunt doubles. Alternate outfits are purchased as well. The actor comes in for fittings and is photographed in the movie wardrobe. The director weighs in on the clothing choices. Everything has to look right under the lighting and blend with the background for the scene. Think of an outside summer scene. Everything will be green so the actor wouldn't be in a green outfit. If the actor is dark skinned, yellow might be a good choice. But if the scene calls for that character to hold a yellow cat, blue might be a better choice. Other characters would wear a color other than blue.
Once the clothing is approved, the unused clothes are returned. I often make the returns. I also make any alterations needed for the actor – taking seams in, letting seams out, adding ribbons, and sewing on fur cuffs, changing the buttons, etc. Who knew sewing all those Halloween costumes all those years was preparing me for a career?
The character and the stunt double may have two sets of the same outfit for each scene in case a button pops off, the zipper breaks, or something else happens to the clothes. Sometimes 7 of each outfit is purchased because at the beginning of the movie the clothes are clean, but during the movie, the clothes get messed up or dirty based on what happens in the scene. The clothes are "prepped" or "distressed" or "teched" for these scenes. My job involves washing clothing repeatedly so they look faded instead of brand new. I have also sanded down cuffs, seams and hems so they looked worn. I have clipped and snipped hems so they unraveled. I have washed clothing with fabric dye so the white threads in the seams would darken up. I have deliberately ripped holes in clothes. I have made up a bucket of mud pies that were rubbed into the fabric. And to think I used to get in trouble for doing all of this. Who knew making messes was a job skill?
Each scene is shot several times from different points of view. Wardrobe has to make sure the actor's clothing is identical each time they shoot this. For example, the hero’s top two buttons are unbuttoned each time this scene is filmed. I have noted movies in which an actor falls in a swimming pool and is magically dry a few minutes later. The on set costumer takes pictures of the characters in the scene for continuity. My job involves flashing pictures of people and printing them for all posterity in the wardrobe book. Who knew taking pictures of kids on the first day of school, at every birthday party, during every Christmas, at every event, on all vacations and so on was a job skill? Movie scenes are filmed one location at a time instead of being shot in the order they are written in the script. So, if the script has the story starting out in the house, then the characters go to school or shopping, there are locations in the house, at the school, at a mall, etc. Based on the script, the characters may have breakfast in the kitchen, go to school, be outside the school talking, go back inside the classroom, head for the the mall, stop at a park on the way home from the mall, be back in the kitchen for dinner, then maybe to a friend's house after dinner. There's a lot of work in setting up each scene. The cameras have to be in place, and the lighting has to be set. The camera is set on tracks that move so it can go back and forth or roll around in a circle. It can also be on giant tripods. The lights are huge and set on tripods. There are also rolls of gel film that clip over the light to add a yellow or blue or red tint to the lighting. Then they have big screens that diffuse or deflect the light and those are clipped on tripods as well. During one movie we were in the upstairs of an old abandoned farm house. There were so many people and so much equipment that the floor started to cave in. My job involved making a run for it. Who knew running errands was a job skill?
Every location move involves moving the movie company’s trailers, which are the size of the back of an 18 wheeler truck. The wardrobe trailer has rows of clothing racks along side the walls, a washer and dryer, storage cupboards and a desk surface or workspace for sewing. Hair and make up has their own trailer and it will look like a mobile beauty salon with chairs and sinks. Props has its own trailer. Movies always have a catering truck, called craft services and they have a trailer. Movies serve a breakfast at the start of the day (regardless of the time the day starts). The meals are catering. Throughout the day, in between meals, snacks are served and this is called craft services. They bring around bottles of water, little sandwiches, cheese and crackers, fruit, etc. There are changing rooms for actors and those are in another trailer. All of these trailers are called the "circus" and the area where they are set is called "base camp". Most jobs are like a circus. Working in the movies is a fun circus. Because moving all of this is a huge effort, the movie will normally shoot all of the scenes in one location and the characters will do wardrobe changes. My job involves labeling all of the clothing by the character and by the scene. The clothing is put in clear plastic zip up wardrobe bags with each bag containing everything the character needs for that scene - bras, belts, shirts, pants, jewelry, shoes, socks. At the beginning of each day's shooting, my job can be putting the actor's outfits in their changing rooms on their trailer (called the honey wagon - because each room also contains a potty). Who knew getting kids ready for school each day by setting out their clothes, back packs, etc was a job skill?
When we start filming for the day, my job can involve being on set (called set costumer) to make sure the actor's clothing is right for the scene and to have on hand anything that gets added during the scene (like a bandage after an actor is attacked by zombies). Also, we may be filming a summery scene on a colder day (like we had in August) and my job involves having "warmies" there - like a robe or coat the actor can wear on set while not in the scene. Who knew being prepared for life’s little events – like taking kids’ jackets along in the car incase it got cold –was a job skill?
I might do quick clothing repairs on set. I have a "wardrobe kit" that includes a little pouch where I keep spools of thread, needles, scissors, a seam ripper, pins, and other little things for emergencies. Who knew keeping a well packed purse was a job skill? When the scene is done, I collect all the clothing from set and from the actors' trailers, take it back to the wardrobe trailer and make sure it gets put back on the racks with all the labels, etc. If the clothing needs to be washed, I wash it, and then put it back with all the labels in the bags. Who knew picking up after kids and husbands and getting everything ready for the next day was a job skill? When the movie is over, the each piece of the clothing is inventoried by character by scene, stored in wardrobe packing boxes (like you can get when you move) and shipped back to the film company in Los Angeles. My job involves doing the entire inventory, finishing the wardrobe book and shipping off the wardrobe boxes. Once the film is shot, there's the editing. As the movie is edited, they may find that scenes or parts of scenes have to be refilmed. So they'll use the inventory list to find which wardrobe box the clothes for that character for that scene are in, pull the wardrobe for that scene out of storage and reshoot the scene. This is a lot like spring cleaning and knowing that the winter coats are in storage at the dry cleaners, and knowing which kids sweater is in what box in the attic, that the sleeping bags are in the cupboard in the laundry room and that the stocking hats and mittens are in the attic. Who knowing the locations of objects was a job skill? I am not sure if my name will ever be listed in the credits. So far none of the movies that I’ve worked on are finished being edited. I've also heard that a lot of movies are filmed every year, but only a few ever make it into theaters. So, who knows? I’ve started paying careful attention to the credits at the end of movies. I’m looking for someone whose job is listed as picker up, washer, fixer, shopper, etc. I haven’t seen one yet. There is best boy. Maybe I’ll be listed as best mud pie maker.
Here's the inside skinny on the wardrobe department in movie land. The wardrobe for each movie is set by the tone of the script, the personality of the character, and the time period, whether it’s the Civil War or the 1980’s. Then each character has quirks, such as wearing delicate turquoise jewelry, polo shirts, or a lot of pink. You know how you can look at a sweater and know that it's the kind of sweater a certain friend of yours would wear? The character's wardrobe changes throughout the movie based on the scene in the script. The head of wardrobe reads the script noting the tone, time period and personality of the characters, decides what clothing is needed for each character for each scene and shops for the movie. Sometimes I have been sent shopping. The wardrobe department also needs supplies, like supplies of tee shirts, socks, printers, photo paper, ink cartridges, laundry soap, bleach, fabric softener, printer paper, etc. Wardrobe may buy 5 sets of each outfit for the character - one for the stand in, two for the actor and two for the stunt doubles. Alternate outfits are purchased as well. The actor comes in for fittings and is photographed in the movie wardrobe. The director weighs in on the clothing choices. Everything has to look right under the lighting and blend with the background for the scene. Think of an outside summer scene. Everything will be green so the actor wouldn't be in a green outfit. If the actor is dark skinned, yellow might be a good choice. But if the scene calls for that character to hold a yellow cat, blue might be a better choice. Other characters would wear a color other than blue.
Once the clothing is approved, the unused clothes are returned. I often make the returns. I also make any alterations needed for the actor – taking seams in, letting seams out, adding ribbons, and sewing on fur cuffs, changing the buttons, etc. Who knew sewing all those Halloween costumes all those years was preparing me for a career?
The character and the stunt double may have two sets of the same outfit for each scene in case a button pops off, the zipper breaks, or something else happens to the clothes. Sometimes 7 of each outfit is purchased because at the beginning of the movie the clothes are clean, but during the movie, the clothes get messed up or dirty based on what happens in the scene. The clothes are "prepped" or "distressed" or "teched" for these scenes. My job involves washing clothing repeatedly so they look faded instead of brand new. I have also sanded down cuffs, seams and hems so they looked worn. I have clipped and snipped hems so they unraveled. I have washed clothing with fabric dye so the white threads in the seams would darken up. I have deliberately ripped holes in clothes. I have made up a bucket of mud pies that were rubbed into the fabric. And to think I used to get in trouble for doing all of this. Who knew making messes was a job skill?
Each scene is shot several times from different points of view. Wardrobe has to make sure the actor's clothing is identical each time they shoot this. For example, the hero’s top two buttons are unbuttoned each time this scene is filmed. I have noted movies in which an actor falls in a swimming pool and is magically dry a few minutes later. The on set costumer takes pictures of the characters in the scene for continuity. My job involves flashing pictures of people and printing them for all posterity in the wardrobe book. Who knew taking pictures of kids on the first day of school, at every birthday party, during every Christmas, at every event, on all vacations and so on was a job skill? Movie scenes are filmed one location at a time instead of being shot in the order they are written in the script. So, if the script has the story starting out in the house, then the characters go to school or shopping, there are locations in the house, at the school, at a mall, etc. Based on the script, the characters may have breakfast in the kitchen, go to school, be outside the school talking, go back inside the classroom, head for the the mall, stop at a park on the way home from the mall, be back in the kitchen for dinner, then maybe to a friend's house after dinner. There's a lot of work in setting up each scene. The cameras have to be in place, and the lighting has to be set. The camera is set on tracks that move so it can go back and forth or roll around in a circle. It can also be on giant tripods. The lights are huge and set on tripods. There are also rolls of gel film that clip over the light to add a yellow or blue or red tint to the lighting. Then they have big screens that diffuse or deflect the light and those are clipped on tripods as well. During one movie we were in the upstairs of an old abandoned farm house. There were so many people and so much equipment that the floor started to cave in. My job involved making a run for it. Who knew running errands was a job skill?
Every location move involves moving the movie company’s trailers, which are the size of the back of an 18 wheeler truck. The wardrobe trailer has rows of clothing racks along side the walls, a washer and dryer, storage cupboards and a desk surface or workspace for sewing. Hair and make up has their own trailer and it will look like a mobile beauty salon with chairs and sinks. Props has its own trailer. Movies always have a catering truck, called craft services and they have a trailer. Movies serve a breakfast at the start of the day (regardless of the time the day starts). The meals are catering. Throughout the day, in between meals, snacks are served and this is called craft services. They bring around bottles of water, little sandwiches, cheese and crackers, fruit, etc. There are changing rooms for actors and those are in another trailer. All of these trailers are called the "circus" and the area where they are set is called "base camp". Most jobs are like a circus. Working in the movies is a fun circus. Because moving all of this is a huge effort, the movie will normally shoot all of the scenes in one location and the characters will do wardrobe changes. My job involves labeling all of the clothing by the character and by the scene. The clothing is put in clear plastic zip up wardrobe bags with each bag containing everything the character needs for that scene - bras, belts, shirts, pants, jewelry, shoes, socks. At the beginning of each day's shooting, my job can be putting the actor's outfits in their changing rooms on their trailer (called the honey wagon - because each room also contains a potty). Who knew getting kids ready for school each day by setting out their clothes, back packs, etc was a job skill?
When we start filming for the day, my job can involve being on set (called set costumer) to make sure the actor's clothing is right for the scene and to have on hand anything that gets added during the scene (like a bandage after an actor is attacked by zombies). Also, we may be filming a summery scene on a colder day (like we had in August) and my job involves having "warmies" there - like a robe or coat the actor can wear on set while not in the scene. Who knew being prepared for life’s little events – like taking kids’ jackets along in the car incase it got cold –was a job skill?
I might do quick clothing repairs on set. I have a "wardrobe kit" that includes a little pouch where I keep spools of thread, needles, scissors, a seam ripper, pins, and other little things for emergencies. Who knew keeping a well packed purse was a job skill? When the scene is done, I collect all the clothing from set and from the actors' trailers, take it back to the wardrobe trailer and make sure it gets put back on the racks with all the labels, etc. If the clothing needs to be washed, I wash it, and then put it back with all the labels in the bags. Who knew picking up after kids and husbands and getting everything ready for the next day was a job skill? When the movie is over, the each piece of the clothing is inventoried by character by scene, stored in wardrobe packing boxes (like you can get when you move) and shipped back to the film company in Los Angeles. My job involves doing the entire inventory, finishing the wardrobe book and shipping off the wardrobe boxes. Once the film is shot, there's the editing. As the movie is edited, they may find that scenes or parts of scenes have to be refilmed. So they'll use the inventory list to find which wardrobe box the clothes for that character for that scene are in, pull the wardrobe for that scene out of storage and reshoot the scene. This is a lot like spring cleaning and knowing that the winter coats are in storage at the dry cleaners, and knowing which kids sweater is in what box in the attic, that the sleeping bags are in the cupboard in the laundry room and that the stocking hats and mittens are in the attic. Who knowing the locations of objects was a job skill? I am not sure if my name will ever be listed in the credits. So far none of the movies that I’ve worked on are finished being edited. I've also heard that a lot of movies are filmed every year, but only a few ever make it into theaters. So, who knows? I’ve started paying careful attention to the credits at the end of movies. I’m looking for someone whose job is listed as picker up, washer, fixer, shopper, etc. I haven’t seen one yet. There is best boy. Maybe I’ll be listed as best mud pie maker.
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