of the week, well, sort of. I had a morning full of fittings with a couple of actors for the new novella ‘The Art of Betrayal’ ( which I will now call AB ). The lead is Tatum Oneil, who is now somewhere in her forties, and currently on Rescue Me. I kind of want to watch it once to see what kind of an actress she has turned out to be. Anyway, the fitting went way better than anticipated. She was pleasant, albeit somewhat quirky, and there are at this point anyway, not too many alterations to do. She somehow wanted to bond with me some over the fact that we both had tattoos ( that we don’t much like ) and a few scars on our arms. weird. So I have a rack with a bunch of stuff to get done by Tuesday when we do the next fitting.
Over on V.Mars I did a few odds and ends for them – hemmed about a dozen more t-shirts- and yesterday I spent recreating a lost leather wrist cuff bracelet ( and then made three spares ). Things are thankfully quiet there for now.
warning: rant ahead:
Which leaves me time to do the alterations and hems on four bridesmaids dresses. Those I think I will attack first, so that they can be out of my hair. I have become completely bleh about the whole ‘wedding industry’. All of the shoulds, have-to’s and such, that cost too much money that most folks can’t really afford, and for what? Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love weddings. The ceremony, the emotions, seeing people you’ve not seen in a while.
What I don’t like is the current fad of pomp and circumstance – the rude dj’s, the lousy food ( which cost’s someone way too much $$), the excess cake and it being smashed in the face of your new spouse( if people would only cut and serve the cake when the reception begins, it would all get eaten- because people haven’t left yet, stave off appetites, put something in tummies to soak up some of the alcohol ) ; the silly number of attendents looking like ‘stepford wives'( this wedding I’m working on there are two best men, six groomsmen, three ushers, two ring bearers – one of which can’t walk because he’s only ten months old– two flower girls, six bridesmaids – one of which is the maid of honor and another who is the matron of honor – “because we just couldn’t decide” the bride told me; and is being held in a recreated ‘victorian mansion’ complete with a heart shaped lake). gag.
I’m sure that the bad taste in my mouth comes from the fact that when several of the bridal party decended on my house the other night, not only was I annoyed with the whole ‘tone’ of the wedding, I was actually belittled and insulted by a couple of them. “your house is so, uh, cute, and uh, tiny!” “do you like your neighbors? cause you’re all sooo close together here in this little cul-de-sac” . leave already. The only thing is, the bride is the daughter of the owner of the company that Richard works for. These people have a ton of money, yet they are one step up from ‘trailer trash’ . They felt it neccessary to let me know how ‘so expensive’ everything is -then justifying it with “but it’s only a once – or twice – in a lifetime event, right?”
Aside from that, the temprature has been wonderful all week. Last night the new a/c unit was inspected, vacuum pumped, and declared operational. yay! It is very quiet. And cold. And not smelly at all; in fact, it has an air cleaner in it. The heat storm is behind us now, leaving some pretty scorched tomatoes plants, among other things. The odd thing that happened was that several cans in my pantry in the kitchen ‘split’ the seams – began seeping and made kind of a mess. I tossed half a dozen or so out; all were filled with something acidic like tomatoes. Never before had that happened.
I feel really bad for the east coast right about now.
I am really ready to have a quiet weekend.
Split the cans? I remember back at the day care a couple of blocks away from the house on Ashworth (not Mrs. Daze) me and the other boy my age there found a can of tomato sauce in the undeveloped back yard. We tried for an hour to split that thing (with no tools, just rocks and throwing it straight up) to no avail. I tried the next day, and it finally split, but very disappointingly softly. I never thought about a gas buildup in a can to eventual splitting. And multiple cans at once! There’s a repeatable experiment. Very interesting.
You say those people are rich? That’s news to me. I always thought that they were just naturally snotty with attitudes unbecoming of even the lightest of conversation (the several times I was party to talking to them.) Makes sense now. Hmmm..
Awesome about the a/c! It really sounds divine. Air cleaner. Nice.
love you.
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I’ve watched Tatum on both the Larry King show and Dancing with the Stars (yes, I admit to watching but not religiously). She was touching, sweet and like a lost but determined child. She had a miserable childhood with near non-existent parents. I’m amazed she’s been able to pull herself together and keep plugging away at life.
As for the bridal party at your home and their attitude – when I hear or see folks like that, I always think of the nicest most caring man I have ever had the luck of working with (he retired about a year ago) and I miss him almost every day. He’s rich but would never, ever treat anyone as “I’ve got money so I’m better than you.” I doubt I’ll ever meet another person as wonderful, kind and thoughtful. He would treat everyone with dignity and respect and do it in such an honest manner. No guile – just true dignity for every person who crossed his path. Such a role model (especially for those who think they’re better than everyone!).
Yes, I can only imagine the life she led – and from what I’ve heard she’s traveled quite a path in her adult life. She did talk a lot about her daughter who’s 15 and seemed to be quite close to her. Hopefully she will continue to be nice and be good to work with throughout the progect.
As for the wedding, its a case of ‘ this will all be a memory in a couple of weeks’ is the additude I need to take.
Tatum O’Neal–I loved her in the Bad News Bears when I was a kid! I haven’t watched her in anything lately. Doesn’t look like she is the same little firecracker anymore.