Oh, P.S.

Dear Boys of Self Storage

Ya'll looked super cute with your goofy gross mustaches

but I am glad they are gone.

Why?

Because now we can see all your beautiful smiles

Unclouded by historic facial hair.

Welcome back to the 21st century

you handsome devils

Love,

The Costume Mistress

Clean Up

11 am--FCLO: I return all of my rentals... but I forgot the hat... goodness sakes... 

So I'll have to go back to return the hat

11:30 am--Buffalo Exchange: I sell things--$22 worth of things. so that's a third of my overbudget deficit 

12 pm--art from the Penniless Writer for "Still"

6 pm--stuck in 101N traffic... in the rain... and the dark... ugggggggggg

7:25 pm--Cop Prop Shop: drop off all of the Riot Police gear... something Production Designer should have done but since it is her birthday, it is a labor of love. Thankfully we're not nailed for a late fee. They don't care. Why? cuz they are amazing people

I am doing post-Self Storage clean up

and I feel like life is going back to normal:

a birthday cake for my roommate Larissa

linner with my little brother since we need to catch up on life

a clean kitchen thanks to Jerelyn

all of us together watching Darjeeling Limited, having a good time

It's back to "Still" now

I feel so good. so. so. so. sooooo good.

Now to get back the remaining $42 that I owe Production Designer for covering my butt at the Cop Prop Shop... ending in me covering my own butt. I have put a lot of my own $$ into this film, but it's okay. I just hope the film turns out amazing.

On the latest gossip:

UPM and Key Grip are back together... as some have anticipated

For myself... well, that's all secret business ladies and gentlemen....

Until post production,

much love

The Costume Mistress

Filming Day 6: THAT'S A WRAP!

"That's a wrap!" Boss Man yelled.

We all cheered and applauded. 

We hugged and kissed and smiled and laughed.

We took an all-crew, all-cast photo.

We toasted and drank to our good time and success.

We thanked each other

And then we inhaled Chipotle burritos as if we had never seen food before.

It was a great day. A great long day.

I hope all the boys went home to shave off their nasty mustaches

I hope our feet ache only with the satisfaction of a job well done

I hope our thoughts turn to our God, the fountain from which we gain all inspiration and strength

I hope our hearts are endeared to one another

I hope that the premiere is not the next time we see each other

Good night SS crew

May your dreams be sweet and your morning lacking in stress

-Felicia Heykoop

The Costume Mistress

Filming Day 5

Well I started the day off right by getting to set a whole hour before my call time. Unfortunately, with Makeup Mistress being my roommate, she came too early too. When 1AD asked me why I was so early and revealed to me that I was not called until 8:45 I told him not to tell Makeup Mistress. I broke it to her myself.

"I am going to kill you," she said bluntly. "I could be still sleeping." 

I apologized profusely. She settled for a nap in my car and was in a better mood when I got her at 9.

Other than my scheduling mistake, it was a good day. Really good.

Some details:

worked on shirts for the Guy and Zoning Officer characters until 3 am

3 hour nap until 6:45 am

on set early, not feeling well--when I don't sleep I feel sicker

And feeling sicker

and sicker as the day wears on because the food on set is not good for you

Green Rockstar #2 which tastes like utter poison

my non-nitrate diet means I cannot eat neither lunch nor dinner (tomorrow I will pack my own, just in case this happens again)

UPM his minor hysterical breakdown so I spike her Diet Coke with Kava extract--the new ambrosia and nectar of my filmmaking career

BTS girl is here! Oh my gosh, where have you been?

An amazing set--kudos to Production Designer and her kick ass team. I feel like hippies really do live here

A round of "happy birthday" for Production Designer (24 on Monday) and Steve (Guy character, 57 as of today!) as well as delicious pink cupcakes

A gracious Starbucks run by The Not-So-Penniless Writer for a latte that warms my aching cold bones and clears my foggy head

An ahmazing conversation with Makeup Mistress that reminds me why I love where I live and with whom I live. (I am blessed to live in a house full of love. We really do genuinely care for one another. We take time to sit and listen, give advice, bear one another's burdens. We have family meals, we host our friends, we dance and laugh and clean and jump on the trampoline. Makeup Mistress... wow do I love her. She is a part of my sanctuary on set and at home. I love her very much and thank the Lord for bringing us together at long last).

Wrapping an hour late and being unaware because of such wonderful conversation. PTL!

Tomorrow is the end. Hallelujah. I will miss this wonderful crew. I look forward to these fostered friendships, new and old and the return to normalcy in our relationships. It has been a privilege to work beside and learn from such a wonderful group of people.

gone to the dark side

There is a reason that things that you shouldn't ingest taste horrible.

Mother nature has been good to us.

So why am I drinking this HORRENDOUS stuff?

Musical Inspiration

I have been listening to a lot of Daniel Johnston, Bright Eyes and Muddy Waters while working on these costumes.

I am adding "Four Winds" by Bright Eyes to my list of Self Storage songs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqPVXTOKqqs

[oi. marry me]

Days left of shooting: 3 (almost done!)

Costumes needed: 1 (almost done!!!)

let's talk about stress

boy can I tell you the stories.

The Production Designer saved by sorry stressed butt today by initiating a run to the Cop Prop Shop, a prop house run out of the home and garage of a lovely couple from New Jersey who were so gracious to us. Armed with cups of coffee and a yellow legal pad, we made a shopping list, fine-tuned it thanks to lack of budget and walked out of there an hour later with everything we needed. Even worse though, she had to spot me some of her budget to cover everything. I am so embarassed. I told people I would go under budget and I would have if the film did not get shoved around so much, we didn't recast, I had adequate contact information and kept better track of all my money and better contact with the whole crew. It is a two-way street. I am learning. I must exercise forgiveness for myself... and everyone else.

In the broad scheme of things: it really isn't that big of a deal.

Self Storage is not the end of the world.

Now the only costume I have left to worry about is the shirt I am making The Penniless Writer. That's it! (Poor guy. I hope he does not find this blog for a while. I can't imagine how it would be to read about how what was a fun story has become an agent of stress for the people making it, though I guess that is to be expected at any rate. Still. I feel horrible about it myself.)

Time spent with the Production Designer was great and much needed. I was reminded that before we did all this movie crap, we were friends. We danced together, laughed and swam and joked and picked on each other. We were normal. Now we are THE ART DEPARTMENT HEADS. What in the flip. She's not even really my boss. We both feel we have learned a lot from this past weekend and vow to be more on top of it this next weekend. Saturday we have 20 set ups, Sunday we have 30. This weekend is going to be hell. Lady Producer is working on finding us a second makeup artist since we will have a full cast and I'm still worried about it. The last thing I want is for the production to be held up for makeup and wardrobe. I would be mortified.

After family dinner for two hours with half of the "Still" crew, Key Grip and I went to the Self Storage Dept head meeting for two more hours. Now let's talk about stress. I can't even convey how badly my head hurts right now. I am trying to shrug off the mistakes. I am trying to release the anger. I am trying to refresh my mind. I am trying to finalize my vision. I am trying to keep on the same page as everyone else. I am trying (god, desperately trying) not to panic.

Weekend Wrap Up

This weekend kicked the crap outta me.

out of all of us, I bet

Day three went well for me even though I had to leave early (and I much rather have been on set than at the SOS appreciation banquet that I attended instead of the last half of yesterday. ugg)

It was an odd day. We had a lot of people on set, more than I would deem necessary and we were getting too relaxed to be as productive as possible. The Penniless Writer was there which surprised me. We hadn't seen him for the first two days and it was interesting to hear his experience with seeing the reality of the film vs what had lived in his mind for a whole year prior. Even more to my surprise was his reasoning for not being on set prior to day 3. 

He had read my "Still" director's blog and had taken very seriously one of my entries about not wanting Mr. Supe ("Still"s writer) to be on set with me because I believed having the writer on set opened the door for all sorts of problems. I was shocked. How does my opinion about my own film so affect a member of another film? Boss Man is his boss, not me. I must remember to be very tactful. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him there--I did--and not that I wouldn't love to have Mr. Supe's support on the set of "Still"--it's just that I am well aware of the conflict of interests. In all honesty, I wanted The Penniless Writer to be there to share in the joy I felt for him--that joy caused by finally seeing the characters come to life on set.

I had my mentee Alyssa from the CMA mentorship program on set with me. It was our first time meeting but this was the only day that was going to work for her to shadow me. She is a busy little bee. She is a sophomore and this is her first year in the film program. Already I see her experiencing the same excitement and anxiety and frustration that plagued me my first year. It's odd to revisit all that. It seems a lifetime ago. But it's amazing the level of maturity and self-discovery you achieve by the time you get to my age. Imagine how much more is ahead of me, only half way through my BA and on the verge of directing my own major project. The anticipation of growth is killer but I know from experience that the growth involved in filmmaking is painful, time-staking and exhausting. The rewards are abundant and indescribable, though. It would take hours to relay it all and I'd still be recognizing changes months from now.

I just debriefed with the UPM which may have been a bad idea. She sees more of the problems than I do. Drama surrounding production design is through the roof--takes the cake off the locations' failure to know that the sprinklers would go off in the park right as we were scheduled to start filming. All of our stuff got so wet, including our actors' clothing which was hanging from a C-stand nearby. Makeup Mistress was beside herself. Production Design: it would take a long time to explain the frustrations there so I will spare the details. But our DP's ability to do his job is suffering because of it and that's not okay by any stretch of the imagination.

I got to see Boss Man after they wrapped and I was home from the SOS banquet around 10:30 last night. He sounded very happy, was smiling, told us he was doing well and feeling satisfied. Whenever I can on set, I ask Boss Man how he is doing or how he is feeling things are going. His positive responses give me the emotional and mental strength to keep doing my job. If he is happy, then I am happy and I am encouraged to do my best because it is what he deserves to see and he is really the ultimate beneficiary of my efforts. I can only hope my crew for "Still" will feel the same.

Filming Day 2

was amazing.

I really enjoyed myself

the stress didn't matter

the pain only kinda mattered

the boredom was basically non-existent.

it is so good to feel so a part of something. usually i don't because i am jsut make up or i'm absent or i don't know the people or we're missing a majority of the people we need. but this felt very different. we feel like friends. we fell like a team.

and it's hard to be upset when you see Boss Man walking around with a big smile. Not even his gross mustache can take away from that. it just makes you feel that yes, i am doing something worth while and awesome because Boss Man is happy.

Even better, 2nd AC's fiance, Anna, was there. When I saw her, I dropped all of the costumes I was holding right in the grass and ran to her. It was so good to talk to her again and see her and hug her. I thought none of this would happen until spring break or even until their wedding. I had no clue. Hopefully she is back tomorrow. Tomorrow I am also having my Mentee Alyssa come on board to see how we do our thing. I can't wait to get to know her and teach her about the film program and have our crew bring her in and love on her. I hope she is game because tomorrow's supposed to be a real hell of a whirlwind so says Mr. Supe.

Mr. Supe and I also got the oppurtunity to talk with Mini Supe, Key Grip and Camera Man about "Still" as we are all on that crew as well (Mini Supe is Script Supe on "Still", Key Grip is our Camera Op and Camera Man is our DP, Mr. Supe, of course, the writer and I the Director). It was so good to hear from the guys how they were feeling about the project. It makes me excited to hear their input. Too often it feels like just Mr. Supe and I getting excited and brainstorming, but in reality, the excitement permeates our crew and vision is everywhere.

Hallelujah

I cannot wait until tomorrow!

Filming Day 1

Today was long because of the conference Mr. Supe and I attended this afternoon topped by the first day of filming on Self Storage.

Poor Boss Man got off to a very bad start. He got in a car accident about an hour before we began rolling and hadn't eaten so his adrenaline levels were too high for him to function properly. I felt so bad for him. As he got into the zone though, he calmed down. He wasn't quite himself, but at least he wasn't so scattered by the end of it.

I must admit, I surprised myself with how amazing these characters looked in their costumes. It felt real--to see them in their set in their clothes. Production Designer and her crew really outdid themselves. This world is beautiful. Mr. Writer! If only you were here tonight! How exciting it must be to see your characters whom you have spent so much time grooming and loving to take on flesh and voice and clothing and space. How invigorating! I feel I have already known these people for months now and I have been reading the letter they've sent me until now I get to meet them face to face after a long distance relationship.

I honestly cannot wait until tomorrow. :)

Abuse

I was upset about the Friday shoot thing

Because no one asked if we were ready

no one asked if we were available

they just assumed

unfortunately I have a life outside of this movie

Also

Why do we feel it's okay to be totally rude to Makeup Mistress?

No one feels the need to introduce her to the rest of the crew?

Or even to the Above the Line?

as if she needs any more reason to feel out of place and alienated from us

I'm debating writing an email to the producers and 1AD....

[And believe it or not Mr. Writer:] I am having fun, I really am. I am enjoying the challenge despite the blatant abuse.

Things that make my job worthwhile:

finding ditto pants for $5 (for the Constance character... but I just can't bring myself to destroy them!)

tube socks

helpful store clerks

compliments on my boots (the ones I bought for the Maxine character that fit me too)

Boss Man's excitement when he sees my loot

The Writer being a good sport 

(good story here: so I had Writer do a fitting last night with the pants I bought. Just as I anticipated, they were severely short on him. Why did this happen? They match the measurements he gave me... which were the same as mine... I tried the pants on myself.... I measured his inseam--44"! not 34"! I had to laugh. What else can you do in this situation? Poor guy. He was such a good sport about it. Boss Man tried the pants on and they fit him perfectly. THings like these, this kind of laughter, this kind of mishap--they make me happy and make my job worth while) :)

Days until shooting: 1

Costumes left to get: 7%

This film is going to be the death of me

Self Storage gave me a nice swift kick in the nuts last night.

Worst of all, I know that it's no one's fault in particular

But here I am, losing my last real work day because of a conference Mr. Supe and I are going to in the AM and filming SS starting at 5. I am in deep trouble. And when I say deep, I mean I need some googles soon.

So I'm off to Saver's now so that I don't have a panic.

I love challenges--I really do, but there's a difference between feeling you can't do something and knowing you CAN do it, you just don't have time.

I am of the latter bent.

But today has been blessed: the long lost Cribbage Boo, the One and Only Chimes Gossip Blogger and I reconnected. Package to London soon. Many stories. A happy Costume Mistress.

Sometimes Thrifty Ice Cream is the Only Cure

seem longer

Still and Self Storage

Yesterday we shot a promotional video for "Still" at my house. The middle of the day, the A/C off, the grumbles of empty, coffee-rinsed stomachs--all added up to what I feel as an intense amount of focus. The interviews turned out great though I think Mr. Supe and myself come across almost too serious.

After Mr. Supe left (lunch + continued rewrites dialogue) I hopped back in my car to do some shopping for today's Self Storage photo shoot. I needed full flashback costumes for Maxine and Guy characters for an old photograph in the office scene that opens the film. My excitement is mounting. I love the pressure.

Though, I still have frustrations.

See--this is the realities of my job:

1. Drive the Whittier, put $30 women's boots on reserve at Melrose

2. Drive to Fullerton and buy men's boots at American Vintage (on sale, PTL) and loafers at Buffalo Exchange.

3. Drive back to Melrose to buy women's boots and tiny orange shorts for the Ramon character

4. Saturday morning, go to estate sales and purchase a pair of shoes for 50 cents that could have worked just as well as the women's boots

Fact: you live and you learn and you move on with life

There is no use in beating yourself up about these things.

Today's shoot went well, btu it took too long. I didn't mind. I stayed behind at the production center and achieved my year-long dream of talking to the Writer for hours. Now I can die.

Days until shooting: 6

Costumes left to get: 25%

So it begins

Yesterday was big fat shopping day for Boss Man and I. 

First stop FCLO for rentals. Faye was glad to see us again. It was good to see all the women there too--oddly enough I felt like I was returning to an old love of some sort like when you revisit your elementary school as a teenager. Back again in the sweltering attic, laughing and tripping over everything and smelling like cedar. 

Second was Melrose in Uptown Whittier

What is great about having the Director tag along on costume runs is the fact that we have a riot poking fun at things and just dinkin around. I enjoy his company, especially on what could be otherwise tedious excursions such as this one.

Today I went back to FCLO and tomorrow I return to Fullerton to check American Vintage and Stray Cat and whatever else just to make sure all our ducks are in a row for a fitting on Saturday.

I am so glad we're finally doing this. We're really doing this.

Days left until filming: 10

Costumes left to get: about 50%

Announcing

It is my great honor to announce that the empty position of hair and makeup (Makeup Girl had a commitment as 2nd AD on a project shooting the same dates) has been filled by none other than my roommate Lex.

Welcome Lex

We now dub thee: Makeup Mistress

Welcome welcome

Trash and Treasure

So yesterday was really productive, I feel. I did so many things I didn't want to do. 

I went to bed early

I got up early

I got in the car without sunglasses

I didn't eat breakfast

But let me tell you--the booty I came home with at the end of the day is worth bragging about.

From the yard sales, I picked up

• a vintage bolo tie for Les
• a late 60s pants suit for Maxine
• a shirt for Constance that I'm gonna TRASH. It looks like it's late 60s as well
• pink clip-on earrings for Maxine
• a white blouse for Maxine
• a white clutch for Maxine (which I'm still debating using)

Then! Production Designer and I went the Golden West Swap Meet to dive through the dumpsters. While waiting for her and her father, I wandered around and found a stall that was all used books, most for a dollar each. I got a bunch of books I am so excited about

• What to Expect When You're Expecting (for "Still")
• "On Wiriting Well" (so I can stop using my mom's copy and write in it at whim. Why do other people not do this with their books?)
• The Childless Revolution (helpful for "Still" rewrites?)
• A book I am sending to the Chimes Gossip Blogger (a.k.a. the Cribbage boo) about the wildlife of Britain (she starts her semester in London soon)
• Tales from the Medicine Trail (another for "Still" but I saw in the TOC that there is a chapter on Kava extra, my new herbal obsession thanks to my housemate LB)
• A Complete Encyclopedia of stitches (yes!)

Then from the dumpsters I pulled tons of awesome stuff that has no relevance to Self Storage except or the white gloves and white tote I found for Maxine. It was a good day for her character, this was for sure. Better yet was calling the actress to get her measurements. I have a hunch that she's gonna be a delight on set.

Sketchball

The production meeting on Wednesday did stress me out, I admit, only because it came before a "Still" rewrites meeting and the weight of all I have to accomplish hit me like a pile of couches. And the fact that I was not going to be able to get my way on some things was frustrating. But at the same time, waves of excitement have been washing over me for days.

Best yet!

It was an all-crew meeting but I was surprised to see The Penniless Writer there. Now, only a few people (like Lady Producer, for one) know that I have been wanting to get to know TPW since... forever. Like, I feel listening to him talk would be the most interesting thing. I asked him at the meeting if perhaps he had made any character sketches. He hadn't! I was surprised since he is a cartoon artist (with a great portfolio on facebook, I might add) that he hadn't made drawings of his created world. I guess I just assumed he would have.

But low and behold--what's this in my first class inbox? an email from The Penniless Writer not but a few hours after our meeting adjourned with an attached batch of sketches of the Self Storage people! I laughed out loud at my computer screen and with overwhelming giddiness, wrote him back. In the words of Ross the Intern: "Now I can die".

Through a series of emails, I have discovered that not only has Mr. Soup told TPW about "Still" making it as the Biola film, but TPW has also been reading my director's blog! (productiondiary.wordpress.com) I was overjoyed to hear this! TPW is graduated--but he found my blog! And he told me it was really well written!

Wait.

now I can die.

Throw me a bone

Not to be a meanie about things

but I really need Self Storage to help me out here.

I feel minorly torn

It's not that I have better things to do, but now that I'm directing the Biola film, I kinda... do....

I am tired of playing he-said/she-said/he-said with this crew. Tired of all sorts of lost emails. Tired of the budget cuts. Tired of the frustration it's causing.

Why am I still on this? I tried to evaluate it the other day. For Production Designer, it's strictly a reel thing now. For me it's not even that really. But if there were to be a condition for me to leave it would be not believing in the crew. Because I'm friends with Boss Man now, I feel--not obligated--but compassionate to the project. Especially now that "Still" has hit the rewrites stage, I feel that I can sympathize with him a lot. AND, I feel that being on this set gives me an opportunity to learn from some of Biola's best filmmakers. I know that Mr. Supe especially will be able to point out things that I need to be paying attention to since he will not be with me during production (at least not in an active role on set).

Lord have mercy.

Mr. Supe and I will be running from the Self Storage meeting to our own dept head meeting tonight. Kava and tea for sure.

Still

So after much stress

and worry

and scratching of the head

and a stellar pitch--the best, Lisa said, Pre-Pro class has ever seen

and now I am the director of the Fall Biola Film: "Still"

Mr. Soup and I sport huge grins, shake many hands, hi-5 many peers

I feel as if I have made a large journey

In reality, it is just beginning

and Self Storage hasn't even begun to shoot yet

oh goodness, I need diligence like none other

Ladies' Choice

I got the straight dope on the others pitching the Fall Biola film. 

All women

All pitching "Ella" by Kyle Jones

I am the only one pitching Mr. Script Supe's script

Am I at an advantage or disadvantage? I can't decide....

Lord help me--I'm scared

Keep those skills sharp!

Pink paisley halter, July [photo by Kelsey Heng]

Hippie Gypsy, yet another halter, sweetheart top

American Apparel Le Sac dress knock off. suckas

that is what I'm doin

What I've been doin all summer.

3 dresses in one summer is not bad.

all are excruciatingly simple, but when it's summer, you have no need to make complicated things. Summer is for halters. Summer is for light bright fabrics. Summer is for experimentation.

Casted

We've got our cast

of everyone we had already casted

minus the Berkley character because none of us were thrilled on the original choice.

PTL I do not have to get all new measurements

I could even start now if I so desired!

But no can do--got SOS week, then first week of classes followed by the pitch date for the Biola film. UGGGG too much to do already!!

Days until production: 34

Days until The Pitch: 25

call me crazy

And I think I did something incredibly crazy, so you have every right to do so.

But I applied to direct the Fall BIOLA Film this morning. I sent Lisa the app in an email, feeling my stomach drop as I hit SEND.

Oh what have I done.

The script I chose to pitch is "Still", written by Self Storage's own Mr. Soup.

I feel qualified. I feel strong. I feel that this is not too long of a shot. I have directed before--certainly nothing on this scale, but I have done things that have been difficult. I have an eye for detail. I love working with actors. I have a good recipe for success.

Sept 4th is the day of reckoning though. I will pitch to the whole pre-pro class and Lisa with all the writers and other potential directors and producers present. I feel nauseous just thinking about it.

Wish me luck. For now, lots of researching and planning and thinking and building of reel/portfolios.

Ready, Set....

So the dates have been set

Boss Man has ruled Sept 18th-20th, 25th-27th
as our official shooting dates for Self Storage

I am relieved because I was starting to freak
about timing and such
I know, I know, I'm silly

but I've got a full load this semester plus a new house to move into,
new roommates, a new cat to pet
new rooms to paint and furnish
new rules to make and follow
new friends to make, some old ones to drop
Freshmen to welcome,
SOS in 10 days

---Not gonna pretend I'm not stressing

Now, all we need is a cast and I can power up the Singer

Days till shooting: 39!!!!! OMG!
Costumes completed: yeah... about that...
Units next semester: 18
New roommates: 4
Freshmen to orientate: 16

Rag and Bone

by the White Stripes should be the theme song for our production

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epHneMeLyis

Nuff said

Yesterday
My new roomster Lexi and I were walking around Redondo Beach and came across a large pile of junk on someone's curb.

We ransacked it like the true anarchist freeloaders we are (or tend to be)
And took home no less than

• 30-some odd amazing art books ranging from graphic design to interior decorating
• 2 book cases
• 1 set of drawers
• 1 pair platform hooker shoes, size 8
• 2 baskets
• a couple dozen empty picture frames, some still with glass

My car is stuffed to the brim

We move into our new home next week and the week after

As far as Self Storage goes.... guys--what are we doing?

Days until production: huh?
Costumes completed: what?


Do I still have a job?.....

Vacation

So this entry has absolutely nothing to do with Self Storage

But I did just have a wonderful weekend taking a personal vacation in Phoenix Arizona with former Chimes staff slash future Londoners Mike V and Kelsey. Next to them, my sad photog skills and lame point-'n'-shoot camera are insufficient to express the awesomeness of this trip. You will just have to look for theirs' on F-Book.

I will post mine as well but please don't laugh
I just make clothes n stuff

<3 the costume mistress

Up and Running

So this weekend I discovered something rather exciting and nerve-wracking.

Mr. Boss Man alerted me that we are filming Self Storage in late September

*gulp!*

Today, Lady Producer called to confirm my budget of $450 for costumes.

Days till shooting: less than 60 days
oh my gosh
here we go again

We're Expecting!

I wish I could say this about a crew member, but alas, none of us are in the bread-making business.

Our very own Cinema and Media Arts dept secretary, Stacy, is up the spout. She has one son, age 20something already and now is expecting a daughter. Once the whole film dept finds out, they're gonna go ape. This is the best thing since Peggy's cancer went into remission. SO EXCITED. 

I chill with Stacy every once in a while these days just cuz I work on campus and I like her. She had an ultrasound today so she promises to post pictures in the office. joys.

Other than this, things have been pretty slow. Curtis has been filming without the rest of us. I'm just letting summer slip by. There's really no other way to go about it. You could pack your summer with stuff, but that's a garish abuse of the gift of the season. 

It's been basically LM, Mr. Soup and myself bumming around the La Habra house. We've been doing a lot of baking and cooking, especially Mr. Soup and myself. Maybe that is the name for your house boys? The bakery?

 The three of us plus Mr. Soup's new housemates Caleb (affectionately dubbed Mr. President) and Alex (the happy one) are roadtrippin it out to the middle of nowhere Arizona to stay at casa de la Mr. Soup padres for the Fourth. It shall be a grand desert adventure. It shall be good family bonding.

Here's to mixed tapes and 100+ degree weather

Here's to firework rumble and Mr. Soup's amazingly hospitable parentals.

Here's to summer dinkin around 09!

Summer Movie Bananaza

What is a stranded crew besides develop hesitant romances and search for temporary jobs?

Why, make more movies of course. Alas, it is in our blood. There is nothing we can do about it.

A good chunk of us (LM, Director, Mr. Soup and myself) joined ranks with Curtis Craig's Wolfmann of Whittier that started up this weekend. We ambled around, a generally rag-tag crew with no clear-cut positions on the set of what we are pretty sure in a B horror flick in Curtis' own backyard. The Director was roped into it a few days previous to do the cinematography and by the time he hit the set, he still hadn't read the script. He was having the time of his life, though, saying things such as:

"This is gonna turn out way better than Self Storage could ever be!" and

"I am never reading a script again--this is just too much fun!"

While I was making a fat pot of coffee and The Director was assembling the adaptor to the camera, Mr. Soup was reading aloud lines to us, pausing every so often to shake his head and mutter, "this is just too good.... too funny...."

And it's true. It's a hilarious script. 100% man as I would like to describe it.

It was a long night though and all of us besides the Director and myself were doing jobs outside our area of expertise. Kara, our Production designer, had never done a movie before, even at biola. Mr. Soup gaffed and kept his mouth shut about continuity. LM dolly gripped. It was insane.

On more good/bad news: Miss Fortune Cookie is now postponed indefinitely as well. I was Costume Mistress on that one as well and I am not sad to see the back of it. I told the producers/director that unless there were some insane changes made to the script, I wouldn't be able to costume it for less than $800. Besides, do I really wanna work on an all-female crew? Hard to say. I just love the mens.

On the romance gossip, well not much going down, but things are still moving slowly, like a train taking off from the station in slow, methodical chugchugs. I went on a date last night. It went well. Mr. Soup is keeping to himself about the cribbage boo, probably for the best. All is supposedly well. LM is back on the market, Lady Producer is not. She and the Gaffer DTRed it out apparently and the word is we will see what happens when they are both in SoCal again come August. Waiting is the hard part about Summer Lovin, but if you can turn it into just general Lovin, then you've got a good thing going for you, mate. ;)

Tools

Well as LM was bound to find out sooner or later, Spencer, the car-less wonder, is a complete tool. We all knew this, but we weren't gonna say anything to her. She even knew it but was hoping her gut feelings were false. Woman's intuition is rarely for naught, LM. She even bets now that his mom isn't really even dying.

So she and another coworker from Nutrilite caught him red-handed. Note to boys: don't go around telling a bunch of girls they're pretty if you're acting like they're the only one you tell that too. Take a lesson from my friend Nate, the Chimes Resident Anthropologist: tell every female friend of yours that they are pretty in front of your other female friends. None of us take offense. It's just how he is and God bless him for that.

So Spencer is done-zorz.

Moving on, LM has made friends from a set she was at yesterday and there are new prospects lying within Mr. Soup's new roommates. Not setting anyone up though, just preparing them ;)

On the other gossip

Ladies and gentlemens, tomorrow is our very own Fearless Leader's birthday. That's right, Sir Director is turning 22. Be extra nice to him tomorrow and make sure he knows he's loved. Maybe buy him a drink. Maybe just take advantage of him and let him buy you drinks. Happy birthday Director Man. All of us here at Self Storage wish you many more to come, especially if we're all invited.

<3

The Costume Mistress

Texting

Mr. Soup--

you can eat your words cuz that guy called me today and we're going out on Monday.

Taste it. 

Sincerely,

The Costume Mistress

P.S. your tea made my throat itch

P.P.S. I thought about calling you about it but didn't want to have a two sentence conversation and since I'm not texting you anymore ever, I am still craftily avoiding direct communication by blogging. The End.

Random Cute Things

It’s a beautiful morning, Beautiful morning

Dressed up in summer and tied with a bow

Let’s be courageous and face tiny dangers 

Let’s climb those fences With signs that say “don’t” 

Beautiful man I’m a beautiful woman Find simple pleasures wherever we go

It’s the simple things That make us feel at home

-"Simple Things"

Whenever you see blogs labeled "Random Cute Things" you instinct is to run away and I totally encourage that. You should be very worried, especially since Self Storage is very serious (not really) business and should never include random cute things. But oh friends, we must indulge every once in a while. Besides, do not lie, you secretly love random cute things.

LM is revving up for rendezvous numbero dos with Spencer, the car-less wonder. He is going to take a bus to our house to pick her up. I'm not sure how you pick someone up for a date via Montebello Transit, but Evangeline and I ruled it as romantic in the Benny and Joon sense of the word. I actually can't wait till this kid shows up on our doorstep to pick LM up. I can do what I did to Script Soup and threaten to kill his family if he messes with her.

Speaking of Mr. Script Soup--got a text from the One and Only Chimes Gossip Blogger today during dinner telling me my numba one player Mr. Soup won the game via skype--coach code for Mr. Soup confessed his recent romantic fascination with the cribbage boo to cribbage boo's face thru the computer. I did an idiotic victory dance in the kitchen which made LM and Evangeline stare at me awkwardly. I was worried, not gonna lie. I hadn't heard from Script Soup in a few days. No update. No clue if he'd chickened out or not. But according to the cribbage boo, the confession session found success. I congratulated them both via text, cuz I'm ganster like that. Soup says he felt a bit of a "nerd" (his word, not mine) telling her BUT WHO FREAKIN CARES! Good luck holding out seeing each other till January, guys. I wish you the best of luck. I wish you many a happy via skype cribbage matches and a short 8 months.

As for BTS-girl, she had date #2 with recent film grad Chris while in San Diego. Any man willing to drive 1.5 hours to where you are to take you to the midnight showing of UP is a winner--this statement mutually agreed upon by LM, Makeup Girl and myself. Man alive film dept! Everyone's hookin up!

As for myself, don't you worry. I have my prospects. Part of me is cynical. If anything happens, it will indeed be just a little dose of summer lovin 09, especially since I don't think I've been capable of falling in love with anyone since I was 16. But you never know. As of right now, I'm not sure I have the emotional energy for this sort of thing. I feel old even though I'm not; I'm the prime of life for heaven's sake. I need someone to go out dancing with. I need someone to make cool art with. I need someone to proof-read my writing.

I need to call Liz.

Lesson Learned: cribbage: it's quite charming

Summer Lovin' Oh-Nine

So it is, just like they always said it would be. life goes easy on me, most of the time.

-"Blower's Daughter"

Well the weather is looking nice for smooth sailing and summer lovin' for the folks of Self Storage.

We're young.

We're bored.

We're waiting in the wings cuz we're stranded till fall semester.

On the latest gossip, last night, LM went on a date, her first since high school as a matter of fact. As soon as I woke up from my nap around 7 pm, slightly irritable cuz I had a nap-headache, LM's head popped over the side of the bunk:

"Hi."

"Hey. How was work?"

"Good, look at this. I don't know how to respond." She hands me down her cell phone which has a message from Spencer, the cutie from Azusa that I saw her talking to when I picked her up from orientation. It said something like "you wanna hang out tonight?"

If I didn't have a headache, I'd probably have flipped out. We had just been talking about getting summer time boys the night before. I tease her all the time about potentially having a love affair with the Director, but hey, that never looked terribly promising anyway. According to Lady Producer, it'd be good for him, but he's... afraid of girls or something. So she went out with this guy and came back like "idunnowhattodowiththiiiiiiiiis" so my dad and I kinda tag-teamed it so she could at least attempt to sleep decently.

While LM was out, I got an update from Mr. Script Soup. He has moved his relationship with his cribbage boo to the next level: pen pals. It makes sense to try to woo someone with what everyone is telling you is your talent: writing. Hell, he just got a college degree in writing. This should be a smash success. 

She wrote back to his first letter, most satisfactory. He texted me with a "what should I do now". I don't know chief, you're the man, you'll think of something. You could tell her or you could wait to see if she'll continue to write back, either way, it's a good sign she responded in my opinion. It means good things. Very good things. You go Glen Coco. I'll try to scope out the other side of the letter-writing sometime soon.

As for Lady Producer and the Gaffer, well, the jury is still out and she's going home to Seattle soon. But, he's going home to Portland and if he's any bit serious even about being friends, he'll drive up to visit her. Hint-hint Gaffer!

And for me, well, I've got some things waiting in the wings. And as the famous saying of mine goes: We'll see what happens. But for now, Summer Lovin '09 is looking positive. This is quite possibly my favorite part of June.

Location Destination

What a weird day. What weird few days.

I haven't been feeling well. Life's hit a bit of a MPC: a minor personal crisis. Ever since I found Liz's last text message, the one telling me she's leaving and not coming back, the one I glossed over in the final month of school insanity, the one that I wish I had fully read before ignoring. 

I suddenly feel very lost once again.

I am no longer going on the road-trip with Makeup Artist and BTS girl. No more Seattle--haven't got the money. I could make it to San Francisco. Truth is, I would love to go, but the other gals decided to just fly to Seattle. It'll be $50. The road-trip was going to be a couple hundred each of us, for me even more cuz I'm making the trip back alone.

Well, with that done, here I am and here I am staying. I could have taken that intro to photo class I wanted to take at school. I could have taken that class on social justice with Dr. Russell. I could have taken that class on reading hieroglyphics. I feel like I'm already wasting the summer. Mom says it's ok I'm not taking classes. I need a break.

She's probably right.

But I def need an escape now.

I need to call Anna and tell her I won't be coming.

I need to call Jeannette so I can feel a little better.

I need to call Liz.

Today I revisited Mr. Script Supe to return the book I borrowed. He seems a little frazzled. Job search go figure. He needs a crap job he says. One he can leave without much notice. This way he can disappear into S. Africa for a while. I have a crap job, the next step is to disappear for a while. I might just be back where I was last summer. Last summer though, I was Africa-bound as well. Mr. Script Supe, you wanna trade lives for a bit? Or how about you take me with you? Maybe in your carry-on?

Well I walked away with a new book. Rant by Chuck Palahniuk.

Tomorrow Lady Producer and I have a lady date. She was at the boys' house, hanging with the Gaffer. Whether or not something is happening there is anyone's guess. The Director can go ahead and keep being awkward about it. That's fine. Makes it better, even.

I'm glad for the lady date. I haven't had time with Lady Producer in a long long, too long of a while!

Stranded in CA is better than being stranded... in other places

So here I am

back in the production center at biola, back to editing footage for Invisible Children stuff.

I've got company. Watkins is here and Key Grip and UPM are running in and out. UPM is now UPMing/LMing on the spring biola film and Key Grip, her equipment room honey, is doing inventory of the whole ER.

Gluttons for punishment? perhaps.

All excuses asside, Self Storage has stranded its out-of-State crew members and now we are picking up the pieces, running around bored, taking other crew jobs--just to keep busy. But hey, better to be on crew for biola film, stressing out beyond healthy regulation and fed two meals a day than to not be on crew and not eating at all.

It's all in perspective.

After the Watkin wedding, they get to go home. After June 1, Makeup and BTS girl get to go home, thanks to my car. As far as the rest of them, lord help them if they're stranded, but it's better here than.... well, pretty much anywhere else on the planet.

Worst Text Message EVER

So today consisted mostly of driving Loc Manager all over the plizace to her various jobs in SoCal. Finally topped off the day with the deliverance of a mattress from Curtis. 500,000 Awesome Points to Mr. CCC. Tonight we unwind by watching THE DARK KNIGHT ON BLU RAY!!!!!!! omg.

So this morning woke up to the worst text message ever. This is what it said:

Im at the er with micah. He had a bad asthma atttack at the club.

-Beth 1:00 a.m.

I went to Micah's bedroom. Sure enough, my little brother is missing.

Where are you now?

-Costume Mistress 8:49 am

He went to see his boss. Hes fine now. Scared me to death first.

-Beth 8:51 am

Phew. Relief. He laughed about it and told me the story when he came home. I am a negligent older sister :(

On the latest gossip,

The other day, Mr. Director gave me a hug instead of a hi5 when we met. I am ungrateful and complained about side hugs--but it got me an upgrade to full hug. Oooooooo. You know that this could only mean one thing, and one thing only:

we must be friends outside of Self Storage! gasp!

AND!:

Mr. Script Supe found the blog! Cruzin his cribbage boo's gossip blog, he inadvertently found mine. gasp! Well Mr. Script Supe, enjoy and keep the secret! I know the Director is your roommster, but you gotta keep your mouth shut. I know, I'm bad at keeping the secret myself, but trust me, this will be even more fun when The Boss Man finds this months from now. But Sir Director, if you have already found this blog, you're in on the secret too so zip lips friend!

-The Costume Mistress

Strawberry Express

Today was a good end-of-a-long-weekend-slash-kick-off-of-summer day. LM and I did our strawberries delivery to all those whose grad parties we inadvertently missed due to our monumental day of packing up and moving out. Still even working on the moving in part though....

First was Curtis and Gonzo's Memorial Day bbq. We brought the strawberries and Italian Soda supplies. They provided the bomb carne asada fajitas. Then we paid a visit to the boys' house but only Mr. Script Supe was there. We kicked it and ate one of the packages of strawberries while being educated on all of Mr. Script Supe's favorite mellow music. Using his library system, I borrowed Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk which I am very excited about reading. Finally, after a quick dinner, we visited the Production Designer at her parents' place. At 9 pm, they were just getting to their grilling for the holiday, but LM and I were too full to indulge. Instead, we just chilled and admired Production Designer's picture that was on the cover of the local newspaper. I don't think they could've chosen a better shot.

Peace and love to all the grads. And strawberries. what hwat.

-The Costume Mistress

Trouble

So now the Locations Manager has taken up residence in my home.

She helps me kick off the summer by getting me in trouble with my Mom.

I swears, LM said "jbf" first, not me!

Here's to summer

Here's to parents being gone for a week.

Time for adventure!

<3

The Costume Mistress

Fatty McButterpants

I am done.

No more papers to write.

No more finals.

No more classes.

No more stressing.

No more Self Storage (and that I am actually sad about but now the anticipation just gets to build up)

I have been stress eating and therefore hating myself. I swear I'm done, now that I've rewarded my survival of torture by downing a 16 oz peanutbutter moo'd from Jamba. mmmmm calories. The guy who made it also had a monroe piercing. = we are instantaneously best friends. But now seriously, back to eating good things.

Dear Mr. Script Supervisor,

Take it easy. I think you're cool so no worries. Enjoyed our conversation today. I will put in a good word with the Big Man about the job. Good luck with your crap and have fun waking up and the butt crack of dawn the graduate. 

Days till production: who cares

Remaining finals: none

Remaining papers: nothin

Remaining grad parties: oooooooh boiiiii

Oh Yes!

Last night I almost wet myself.

I was talking with the Director and Taylor Rae asked about Self Storage. A kind of odd moment ensued in the standard film department fashion surrounding discussion of failed/failing projects. 

AND THEN Taylor asked if there was any way he could help us on the project and the Director said, of course.

Oh.

My.

Goodness.

Taylor Rae on Self Storage would be pretty much the BEST THING EVER.

Vintage 70s couch... just the right size

Now that it's move-out season at school, the classifieds for free/cheap couches are in the millions. The Locations Manager thought it would be nice to remind us how bummed we are by sending me and the Prop Girls and Production Designer an add for a "Vintage 70s couch... just the right size"

Perfect timing.

Days left till production: less than 118

Remaining finals: 1

Remaining papers: 1

Days left in the semester: 2

Tonight was good though, last gnome night of the semester full of pie and fun. love love love

<3

The Costume Mistress

Gametes for Sale

So according to our UPM, in a fit of crazy, the Director proposed that he sell one of his testicles to raise the money we need to get Self Storage up and running. If more crew members sold their testicles, then we'd make a really really good movie. Budget wouldn't even be an issue. The good thing about testicles is that you are most likely born with two so if you sell one to fund your student film, you still have the other one. Though, one has to wonder how one transplants a testicle....

The UPM and I then discussed selling our eggs for funds. Technically, only one of us will have to do that cuz an ovum will fetch $5,000 and Self Storage only needs $2,000. We tried to decide which female would be most likely chosen in the rigorous eugenics selection process. We decided that our BTS girl is the most worthy candidate seeing as she is blond-haired, blue-eyed and tall. The Executive Producer can afford to give up one of his testicles for the project too seeing as he flaked out on us early, this will be suitable repayment.

For now, the UPM looks into donation centers.

Communication Melt Down

So today is MEGA COSTUME SHOPPING DAY. Woke up at 8:30 a.m. I made a nice fat list of all the thrift stores I need to go to and all the clothing pieces I need. Out the door by 11:30 a.m.

I hit the jackpot at Melrose Vintage in Uptown Whittier. I love the manager here. He is super cool and really helpful. He helped me find all the pants I needed to fit our male actors AND HE HAD RUNNING SHORTS!!! OMGGGGGGG

THE tiny shiny 70s running shorts I was looking for. I had to make a quick call to the Director though to find out the pants size of our "Ramon" character since I found some black pants that would work.

"Uh yeah... we did production meetings all last night, till like, 2 in the morning... and we ran into some issues... pretty much the UPM and Producer didn't have great communication with the Production Designer and... now... we're trying to decide what to do... cuz like, they are giving her $600 which... for a 24-page period piece just isn't possible..."

It suddenly hits me why the Production Designer was in such a foul mood when I ran into her at the library last night.

"Dude, yes--what? Just tell me what's happening!"

"We're thinking bout postponing production a couple of months. Cuz it's either we do it now on $5,000 or we wait to get $2,000 more, which we will find out in the next two hours."

I put the Melrose stuff on layaway and head back to Biola. I check out a couple more stores, but I can't lie, I'm kind of disheartened. The Director sounded like it's been a very very bad last several hours. On the way home, he calls again.

"So after a lot of talking about it and praying about it, we decided it's best if we postpone the shoot. We wouldn't be doing our donors justice making the film next week. We won't get it right and I rather postpone it then make a crap film."

I understand, totally. Besides, I'm not really ready. It would just have been nice if we had figured out this problem earlier.

Final summation: communication meltdown.

The Director sounded so disheartened, like we all hate him now or something. Hold the phone son! You have been having multiple production meetings every day, running all over creation with me and the Locations Manager and I don't even know who else trying to make sure everything is right and under control. I feel bad for you, not for myself. If anyone is to be upset, it's you cuz this is your baby. So don't go around thinking we all want to kill you.

Days till production: less than 120

Costume pieces to return: about a dozen and a half

Remaining finals: 2

Remaining papers: 2

Sigh.

Next up: Miss Fortune Cookie Production Meeting tonight at 8 pm

Sigh.

<3>

Costume Attic

So today, the director and I went to Fullerton Civic Light Opera which is pretty much the most eyegasmerational place I have ever set foot. Imagine a whole warehouse full of costumes, three racks tall, row after row, any show or period you may need--and that's just the women's side. We spent most of our time in the attic of the main building where most of the men's costumes are kept. 

To my surprise, he liked practically everything I had pulled out last Friday. After so many failed attempts, I was sure I would have pulled over half of the pieces in vain. Lately, our visions just haven't been matching up, but I did talk to him about that so I think there's just a lot more positive talk flowing back and forth between us.

I am stressing big time right now though. With two finals and two papers left to go before my 2nd year of college is over and now 7 days before "Self Storage" hits production, I am FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!!!! 

I have Zack and Lauren to assist me in sewing stuff, but I don't know how much of that is going to happen. I really really wanna sew some cool 70s stuff. Sewing is like yoga to me sometimes... or it could just make things more stressful. Bah.

Costumes yet to complete: all of them

Days left before production: 7

Remaining papers: 2

Remaining finals: 2

Lord help me!

That's a Wrap Party

Today was our film department wrap party at Huntington beach. I drove the locations manager and the BTS girl. Seems like everyone I know is working on this film. We played volleyball. I enjoyed harassing the script supervisor and didn't care to keep score. I never do. I don't think I've been competitive since I was 11 years old. I just laugh every time something unfortunate happens.

Dan was there and it's the last time I see him before he leaves for Africa with Give a Damn? I'm nervous for him, but I know that the journey is the whole point and it's going to be freaking amazing. Shanna was also there and I loved talking to her as well. Seeing her reminded me that I want to do portrait photographs of all of my friends who are graduating this year. I think it would be cool, just do a little something to remember them the way I remember them.

The director came up to me, "Howdy"

"Hey. How's it going?"

"Good. I'm good."

I nod, "sweet."

"I have an idea. We don't talk about the movie at all" sweeping hand motion like an ump signing SAFE! "we just talk about other stuff?"

"Sounds good to me," I say with a smug grin and we shake hands.

"So how are finals going?"

I don't really want to talk about those either. uggggg.

Days until we hit production: 9!

Costumes completed: not sure

Finals: 3

Papers: 2

Balls.

<3

The Costume Mistress

Nothing Else to Talk About

I just went to the hands-down coolest place ever: the Fullerton Civic Light Opera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY COW I WANNA WORK HERE.

I couldn't stay long because I had to go to work, but the women there were really helpful and let me pull any costume pieces I wanted and put them on my own rack. I'll take the director back here later today or on Monday. The way this process has been going, he's not gonna like anything I've pulled out. I think I just have to be more forceful about my vision.

After work, I went to the director's house cuz the production designer was hosting a bbq for Give A Damn? I gave the director the run-down on all the stuff I had found out, good news (such as THIS PLACE IS EFFING AWESOME!!!!!) and bad news (such as... it's still kinda pricey... even with the discount and doesn't have anything for women I liked or that I think you'll like). I finally blurted out the whole I-need-you-to-trust-me-not-just-say-you-trust-me spiel I had considered on my drive to the bbq. It was a total fantasy, I didn't think I'd actually say it. To which the director replied, "What are you talking about? I do trust you." I know, but that's what I say when I want people to feel good about themselves.

The production designer came across us and my open binder of movie notes and said, "Oh, are you talking about Self Storage?" 

Still slightly worked up, I replied, "I really have nothing else to talk to the director about."

"Oh ouch," he said with a laugh.

It's funny because it's true. sad, but true. He's really awesome, no lie, but I realized that we rarely talk about crap other than this movie.

Days until Self Storage hits production: 11

Costumes completed: not sure....

My Skin is Falling off my Face!!!!

Yesterday, I had a fantastic treat--in fact, the only good thing about yesterday is that Sandi showed me her super awesome photo album from her wedding/honeymoon in 1974. Sooooo cool. I was really inspired. She showed the director and production designer too later in that day.

I was feeling kind of crazy cuz yesterday was a really busy day. I have only slept 2.5 hours since Tuesday. I still feel really crazy..... ahh....

I stayed up all night working on my Intro to Mass Media final project which was a really tongue-in-cheek spin on the "future of print" debate. But, finally, it is done. Here are some of the pictures from the photo shoot. Everyone has facial deformities due to the radiation in the soil and atmosphere. The magazine is set in 2069 AD Canada, one of the few countries that hasn't been destroyed by nuclear fall-out.

I had a lot of fun doing this, but I was soooooo out of it today. To top it off, the director called me and told me he didn't see anything he really liked in Sandi's albums. wtf.

Days until Self Storage hits production: 12

Remaining Costumes: all of them

Remaining Finals: 3

Remaining papers: 2

Remaining final projects: 0!!! suckaz!!!!

I decided that this blog maybe a good way to purge some frustrations as well as document the Self Storage movie shooting May 26-31st. 

Basic Premise of the film: Spring of 1973, the Los Angeles Zoning Commission attempts to disband a group of anarchist freeloaders who are living in their personal mini warehouses.

I am the costume designer. oh boy. 

I am currently frustrated because of the fact that my director, like most dudes, doesn't discern between colors the same way I do. I know this is a stupid complaint, but sky blue and teal are not the same color. Ladies can I get a witness? Also, while I'm ranting, I think he has a different idea of what the 70s were than the 70s that actually happened. I probably do too, I mean, I saw Anchorman, I know what's up.

In my linguistics class, we actually talked about this. American Men can usually name 6 to 8 colors where American women can name 10 to 15. It's just a thing. Might have to do with a lot of guys being slightly colorblind? I don't know, that's just my theory.

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Love,

Your Costume Mistress