An Ending

Well, the play is finally over… and my work in that respect is finally at an end. No more Saturdays spent sewing. No more cutting and pinning and seaming and hemming. No more scrunching and calculating to fit as much as possible on one piece of fabric or in one hour of time. Yet I am left with various memories…

…of browsing (and rebrousing, and rerebrousing) Walmart and Hancock’s to find the perfect fabrics for the various items of clothing – O the joy of finding Macbeth’s tartan and Hecate’s greenish thing.

…of sitting in the Red Hill lab all day, listening to Pirates or Wolgemut or Phantom, drinking coffee, hearing of Em’s latest history research, and matching plaids ‘til I went cross-eyed.

…of the mild panic at not having something to lengthen the rough tunics with the weekend before the play – and the overwhelming joy of finding it at Jo Ann’s in Sterling.

…of a strange and late night spent drinking mugs of Sunkist and stuffing socks with gourds.

…of girls who liked to dance in their dresses and guys who wanted to buy their cloaks.

I think, in the end, one could call it a success :).