My Pal George

"We're wearing the same color..would you call this putty? You should know, as a designer..." Ms. Hamilton accosted me in the shop yesterday. She is an incredibly gracious and friendly woman. I thought I'd be a bit star struck working with her, but she puts everyone around her at ease...even when she comes up behind you unannounced, grabs a hunk of your skirt hem and holds it up, comparing it to her own dress. If only she could impart some of that grace into her colleagues. It may save us from practically rebuilding a dress that is torn off of her far too violently every night.

It literally rained on the parade yesterday; though as I was at work, if there was a parade nearby I was unable to attend it. The independence day found me supervising and sewing. Making patterns and small talk. The small BBQ planned by the scene shop was rained out. As were most of the area fireworks.

Williamstown had extended the hand of hospitality and offered free tickets to two of their shows last night. The Fourth seems to be a particularly slow night for theatres. Neither really struck my interest. I opted instead to see the preview performance of My Pal George. A cute show, entertaining in its way. I was hoping for something more biting, given the subject mater. But it was amusing. I found it lacking, strained, but that was more victim to the presentation style than the new play itself. What better way to spend a rained out Fourth of July than to partake in a commentary on our current administration.