Train-ing
Thursday, I took the Amtrak to Washington, DC. To pass the three and a half hour trip, I sewed part of the feather dress that is worn in Claire and the Ornithological Shadow.
The young woman sitting next to me immediately asked me what I was doing. To be fair, I had anticipated working with 7 yards of fabric and two enormous boas of turkey feathers would be something of a conversation starter. I explained that I was sewing the sleeve of a costume. She told me that it looked great and asked if I’d considered glitter. She said she didn’t know anything about costumes, but she thought that on the stage everything should be bright and sparkly. I apologized repeatedly to her for getting specks of feather on her black wool coat, but she told me repeatedly that she loved it and even asked me for a full feather as a souvenir.
Then the conductor came by and hovered over me. I was sure I was going to get in trouble for the glinting, razor sharp sewing shears sitting on my tray. The conductor said: “You makin’ a dress?” I nodded, still mentally picturing my scissors being confiscated and myself kicked off the moving train. “Looks good” she said and moved on.
My next visitor was a pleasant, ancient woman from two rows behind me. “I’m so fascinated by what you are doing!” she exclaimed, “tell me, is that a sleeve?” I said yes which sent her rejoicing. “Oh, I told my husband that was a sleeve! Tell me, what is this for?” I explained that it was a costume for a play I was doing in Brooklyn. She replied: “That’s so lovely! Well, I won’t keep you. But I just wanted to tell you that the sleeve is beautiful and I’m sure I’ll read about your play in the paper!”
This is my first time creating a dress from scratch and I am a little nervous about it. However, I can happily report that everyone on the train loves the dress! I had several other lovely people comment on my work. My seat mate has plans to see the show.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and it was wonderful to spend it artistically productive and part of such a charming, art-enthused, friendly community. I can’t wait for my return trip tomorrow!
Written by Julie Congress
Labels: indietheater, Making Funny Faces

