Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I am hoping to get a blog post published before what may be our final rehearsal for Secrets at Suiter House, the murder mystery we are doing to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society. Do I know all my lines? Do we have all the props? Ooh, we totally do not have all the props. Well, I will work on that during the coming week.
In the meantime, I am progressing on the next murder mystery, Spring into Murder, for Morning Star Methodist Church in Ilion on April 28. I think I have a full cast now, if one more person says yes. And if we can coordinate rehearsals. I have remembered that I do not particularly like rehearsing on Sunday. But one does what one must; it is a well known fact that the show must go on!
Oh dear, this is a very dull post. I have not even shared any new information. That is another reason why I am poised with my wrist to my forehead, ready to swoon. I suppose I could take a selfie with my Tablet, so you could really get the picture, but I am not really dressed for swooning. What does one wear to swoon? I am thinking a negligee, something with lots of flowy draperies. Then I need a pair of those mules, with heels and a fluffy thing on the toe. You know what I mean.
Now I am laughing at myself. I don’t exactly have a costume for the next murder mystery but I am figuring out what to wear while I have one of my dithery personal crises. In fact, I just sent my husband, Steven, upstairs to figure out what he might wear. I asked everybody to bring or wear costumes to rehearsal today. I am going to bring my back-up outfit, which I think will end up being just fine.
Between laughing at myself and reflecting that my back-up outfit will probably be OK, I am feeling increasingly less inclined to swoon. But I’ll let you know when I get dramatic again. Happy Sunday, everyone.
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