Oh, I love a good piece of clothing!
Ever since the costumer for H2$, Sue Howell, brought before me a lovely blue pin stripe 3 piece suit, I have been dreaming of how I would use pockets and how I will hold my posture. The suit pants fit nearly perfectly. The only thing that concerned me was that the crotch is a little small/tight so one of the dance moves in the “Coffee Break” number is going to be a close call. It’s a side attitude (the dance move) and I just don’t think the pants have the give or enough fabric to do it propa.
The jacket is great but a little heavy. It’s like a constant reminder to hold my shoulders back and not to slouch. Hooray! Momma would be so proud. Haha!
The vest is so cute! I can just see myself singing “Gotta stop that man/I gotta stop that man/ Cold” in it during the executive washroom scene. The problem is that it’s like half an inch from buttoning! NOoooo….I’m melting!! What a world, what a world!!
Here’s where the title comes in. You know how there’s that item, usually a dress for all my gorgeous gal pals, that you have just GOTTA fit into? I only realized this the other day this sort of obsessing over getting into that suit perfectly. And I can only equate that this is how a bride must feel. Like she has to be that perfect size whatever the dress is and that simply letting the dress out is not an option. Oh my Gaga, I hope I don’t turn into Actor-zilla!!
Ever since that tragic event (which shall henceforth forever be known as The Vesty Letdown) I have been churning that idea in my head that I MUST have this suit for the part of Bert Bratt!! I don’t know why, but the idea of dancing around in that suit vest strikes me as sexy, and I am about as sexy as a new born giraffe, so I have no explanation of why. I have made sure to hit the gym nearly every night after rehearsal, but guiltily, I didn’t charge my ipod, so that made me go straight home. Twice. But tomorrow is another day and I shall be there with a fully charged music box and ready to sweat! But what happens if I don’t get that extra inch and a half down? They don’t have another cute 3 piece suit in the costume shop. I really don’t want to wear a boring two piece. I’ve done that already. Oh no, it’s happening already! I am getting whiny!
Stop… Focus.
I simply must look good in this suit. Wait, what am I saying? I am not being irrational, but when I look at the suit (and criminy, I am kicking myself for not getting pictures) I can see my character so clearly. I guess it’s true, the clothes really do make the man.
Have you ever had a clothing item that you loved so much you had to wear it? Not only that, but wear it comfortably. Share your story in the comment section! I am curious to see if anyone else has obsessed about this too.
The Actorvist 