What A Way To Spend A Day.

voltee ♦ November 12, 2010 ♦ 6 Comments

Item: Tunic Color/Fabric: Undetermined, grey, black, white Designer: Custom made Years Owned: 2
There is no beating around the bush. Tonight I am sad. I have been trying, oh, so hard, to came back refreshed, with a New Lease On Life, brimming with positivity. I will be rested! I will defeat anxiety! I will roll with the punches! I will survive! What, me worry?
I throw all my eggs into one basket too often, pinning all my hopes on a single event I build up to life changing proportions in my head.
Then, too quickly, it’s over. And then I realize that everything is exactly the same as it was before I left.
I get these lofty dreams every time I take a journey that I will come back a New Woman, wiser. With some new dramatic revelation about the direction my life should take.
Then I find out I’m still just…me.
I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, by any means. I just would like to evolve into the new, improved super me someday.
The bottom line is simply that I’m sad it’s over.
All these thoughts lead me to remember the first time I arrived home from Europe. I did have similar shattered illusions and post-travel depression. And the only treatment I could think of was a show. What else?
Nate had brought me this tunic back from India, along with four gorgeous, but not all that practical, saris. He went to a dressmaker with all of my measurements and everything was hand sewn just for me. Practically couture! The tunic came with a pair of loose trousers (picture Hammer Pants) and a full luxurious scarf. I can’t wear all the pieces together, that goes against my matchy-matchy clause, but I like them all separately a great deal. The pants make the comfiest pjs!
The show we were going to see was Once Upon A Mattress, directed by my dear friend Kevin, who is nothing short of brilliant. It was a show I really wanted to be in, but it was just impossible, since we were in Europe during tech week.
I was excited to wear my new Indian tunic. I’m sure there is a specific name for this type of tunic, but I’m ashamed to say I don’t know it. I wore it with skinny jeans and black heels. I felt very dramatic. I can’t remember exactly, but I think I wore the scarf as well. I think it was the only time I wore them together. The tunic is sort of an awkward length; it falls below my knees, which is the style, I know, but not something I’m used to. I do love the tone on tone bead work that catches the light perfectly. Anyway.
It was the first time I was able to sit back and take in a show directed by Kevin, since I had been in the previous two. And it was spectacular! I loved the set, the choreography, the very look and feel of the show. Kevin has this ability that just astounds me, to see beautiful, vivid pictures in his head and then bring them to life with absolute clarity. A rare gift, that. I can never see anything that clearly in my head. I spend most of my creative energy seeking out just a little ray of clarity, a peephole. But Kevin sees the entire picture.
There were also some wonderful performances by many of my friends, and many who would become friends. My friend Lisa, for one, who, never fails to bring something new and enthralling and hysterical to her performance, no matter how many she does in a single year. She’s always different. But always Lisa as well. It’s magnificent.
I was, though, charmed and enthralled and utterly astonished by Princess Winnifred. She was played by Vicki, who I had met during Evita the previous summer, but didn’t know all that well yet. I certainly had no concept of how hugely talented she is! Her voice is simply sublime, and her wonderful humor and quick wit lit up the stage. I was awestruck!
It feels like from then on we gradually became closer, and now I can’t imagine her not being in my life.
Sigh.
I am truly, truly blessed. I have the best family anyone could wish for, amazing friends, a great job, and a wonderful hobby that brings me so much joy on every level.
Yes. I am so glad to be home! My heart is full.
But about the tunic. I don’t think getting rid of it is really an option, being custom made and all. It seems like the sort of thing that would make a good heirloom for people who actually have children. However, I’m not holding anything in my closet back! I want your opinions about all of it. Just don’t feel cheated if you vote to get rid of it and I ignore you.

**My husband had this made for me.  How could I get rid of it??