I packed up my red dress and my costume jewelry. I’m still impressed that I found a set that matched so well. I gathered up my makeup, my music, a passable pair of shoes…
…Unfortunately, also a rather uncomfortable and cardboard-y pair of shoes. I’ve destroyed just about every other pair of black pumps I’ve ever owned, but these are so uncomfortable that I hardly wear them. Perhaps I will have to treat myself to a new pair of concert shoes some day.
Shoes and other accouterments in hand, I headed off to my rehearsal, bundled up against the elements in tall boots, a silk scarf, a lace blazer, and a huge jacket. Apparently I needn’t have worried about the weather… despite the torrential rain and wind the previous night and through the morning, by the time I was halfway to my rehearsal it was dazzlingly bright and sunny.
I had left myself plenty of travel time in case of stormy conditions, but instead I used my extra time sitting at a coffee shop looking over my music one last time. I must admit, I was nervous in the hours leading up to rehearsal! Thankfully, those feelings faded quickly once I was actually singing, and by the time the actual concert rolled around in the evening I was perfectly comfortable. Or almost perfectly comfortable… as comfortable as one can get on one rehearsal’s notice, I think.
I’m afraid that I don’t have any better pictures of the day’s clothes (or nail polish! I used the wrong topcoat and they barely lasted 24 hours, grumble grumble…), but if you’re still reading, thanks for wading through my rather tortured prose. Regular-ish posts with more pictures to resume soon.