Me Pluss Intimate Apparel

No, not my intimate apparel, but Lynn Nottage's. The acclaimed playwright's Esther explores love in New York the early 1900's, and finds it in the unlikeliest of places.

Spinster Esther sews lingerie for the masses and she is tired of making intimate apparel for all the girls who pass in and out of her boarding house, leaving her behind and moving on to marriages and families.  All she has in this world are her clients and friends, her sewing machine and two dreams: to find her a husband and to open her own beauty parlor for black women

When she receives an amorous letter from George in Panama working on the canals and seeking her attentions, she fantasizes about how her dreams might be able to come true.  Being insecure and  illiterate, she relies on her wealthy client Ms. Van Buren and a prostitute Mayme, to read and write her letters to and from George.

 

George finally comes to New York and weds Esther, only she is no longer sure where her heart lies.  Is it with her new husband George who she can't seem to connect with or is it with the Jewish mercer Mr. Marks who always saves the best most exotic fabrics for 'beautiful Esther' even though she can't afford them?

Esther navigates love, inter-racial relationships and unbearable heartbreak in a pre-civil rights world and emerges a more confident and experienced woman.  This drama is impeccably performed. Newcomer Jessie Hughes , who plays Esther, is strong and solemn and emotes every feeling down through the threads of her impeccably tailored wardrobe.  Its like feeling your own angst filled love story unfurl on stage. This isn't one to be missed.  The intimate seating on the stage gives a window into the lives of these few who are struggling through their lives just doing the best they can with their lot and the opportunities they've been afforded.

 

Intimate Apparel shows that the heart wants what the heart wants no matter the century. A solid and realistic play to see this Valentine's weekend, it'll give you something to think about.  This play is being put on by the Georgia Perimeter College Theatre Arts Guild and runs through the 16th. Intimate Apparel is free with GPCID and $5 with any other student ID, $15 to the general public.  

Tonight Friday February 14th @ 8:00pm

Tomorrow Saturday 15th @ 8:00pm

Sunday 16th @3:00pm

This lovely and moving play is set on the Cole Auditorium stage in intimate "black box" style.

Fine Arts Building,555 N. Indian Creek Dr, Clarkston, GA, 30021

 Seating is limited, so email or call to reserve your tickets ASAP.  No late seating. gpctagtx@gpc.edu

About Last Night is sold out everywhere this weekend, you can see it next week, this play will be gone by Sunday.  Do something original this weekend and support the arts.  I promise you will not be disappointed.

Me Pluss the Neon Pants

"How many neon pants is it ok to have?"

"NONE!" says Birdie as she stares at me sternly.  She ain't even playing this time.
"Zero pairs," with her hands on her hips. "How many do you have?" she asks, her stance indignant.

"3" I say like a scolded child, eyes downcast.

"Why do you have neon in your wardrobe? A whole pair of pants? Oh lawd, help the child..."she mumbles as she goes back to her corner, shaking her head and sighing.  For the next ten minutes or so, Birdie is in the corner mumbling to herself and shaking her head intermittently.  Without warning she turns to me and asks, "Why?", with this incredulous look on her face.

Why indeed.  Because I like neon, it gives me life.  Do you know why girls like pink? Its because its girly.  Do you know why I like pink? Hot pink, fuschia, neon pink, not just pink, its because its caustic.  Its not a natural color, its bold, its fierce, its in your face.  You can't look at it straight on, but when you try to look away but you can't.

I have three pairs because once you get over that hump and buy and wear the pink, then you want the orange and then there is the grandmother of all neon.  The original neon, the lime green.

Neon just works. Romanticize it, or play it casually, it takes simple to a whole other level. 

I went to see a play one Sunday afternoon, and one of the very fashionable older dames saw my pink neon pants and exclaimed "Oh my Gosh! Look at your pants! I love them! Their so festive! Do they glow in the dark?" 

See, why couldn't Birdie get this excited about neon? Because fashion is subjective and my long time love for neon and leopard is Birdie's equally aggravating eyesore.  

Do my pants glow in the dark? I'm not sure lady but I hope they do.  I really hope they do.

Pants/Riding Boots/Headband: Forever 21+
Tops: Oldnavy (Soldout)
Leopard Booties/Fashion Jewelry: Its Fashion Metro
Blazer: Target
Everything was on Clearance!

Me Pluss Mondays

That smile isn't really a smile, its an attempt to not look like an ungrateful sour puss.  I'm not about it today...'cause its Monday, and Mondays Suck.

Its Monday and a school day, that means I had to get up early and go out in this cold, and stare into my grumpy math professor's face for an hour... before he's had his coffee ...and listen to him tell me how much of an idiot I am for using a calculator to do math.  You can reread that all you want to, that's exactly what I meant to say.

I originally saw this sweatshirt on one of my favorite bloggers Musings of a Curvy Girl and I had to have it...not to wear it with frou frou heels and pop-of-color skirt like she did, but to dumb it down and rock it as nature intended, sleepy, hungover and just rolled out of bed. I needed my professor to know just by looking at me that I hoped his day was gonna be as shitty as mine.

My saving grace today? My pink and green paint splattered backpack with silver shoulder straps, a little bit of odd emo girliness in my dark winterized world.  When's the last time you saw a woman of a certain age rocking a back pack?  Not a gym bag with a pull-close top, but a true to form too many pockets, text book holding back pack? Yup... I thought so...not lately.

 

The first five days after the weekend are always the worst but Mondays hold the least promise, even after coffee. Mondays suck. They just do. Any questions?

Sweatshirt: Deb Shops, Jeans: Old Navy, Back Pack: Forever 21 Sold out, Long Line Cami: F21+

Boots/Hat/Glasses: they are mine, they're old and if you really care that much about where they came from, email me.