The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

I had a few minutes before I had to run out the door and figured I'd post a small one.
I've been costuming and finding so many awesome things in the costume room that I want to give a new home. But alas, I'm no thief.

I still don't have all the measurements and spent the entire morning emailing and calling cast members. Who knew they were soooo busy to come in a half hour early for rehearsals?! Ugh. But I keep on truckin'. Apparently with a new southern accent.

That happens from time to time. I'll be speaking to someone, or in my head..and a random accent will appear. Is that weird? Probably. Do I care? Not really.

I've been thinkin' and thinkin' about topics I could blog about and nothing really sparks my interest. So until then, I'll just ramble on about my extremely boring life and my weird obsessions/problems/whatever.

I'll snap some pictures today with my phone of the messes I have to rummage through. It's crazy, guys. You'll see. I want to know who's responsible for cleaning because they're not doing their job. There are countless wedding dresses on the floor because they simply don't have the room for everything. Maybe I should give some items a new home...just to make room for everything ;)

Just kidding! But, it looks like this is all I have time for until later.

Peace, Love and Ukulele.