From Julieanne Pogue

“Boston Marriage”, January 26

The run-through last night was great fun. I’m still shaky on a number of transitions, so Becky and I will run these over and over today (whilst the REST of the cast have a day off!!!) until I get them right or enough so that I am confident that progress has run apace.

A large box from a costume rental company arrived yesterday and it was all I could do to sheath my box-cutters and desist; I so wanted a sneak peak at the costumes. We have no idea what they look like, and I am dying of curiosity.

Monica Willett (Costume Designer) will unveil them at Sunday’s technical, and I’m hoping I’ll have enough time to play with the skirts before they must be dry-cleaned or whatever.

The set is deeper and wider than we are used to playing upon. The furniture is composed of antiques and copies, and a few are a bit wobbly and delicate…one more thing to keep in mind as we throw ourselves about the room. I have to throw myself upon each chair, couch, loveseat, and table in the process of my “fits”. I am not a tiny woman. There is a demure zoftigness in my essence that defies the requisite delicacy of “fling”. (I MUST stop speaking “Mametese”!)

I am placing two different orthopedic attachments in my shoes to align my spine and protect the ball of my foot. Nothing like a sore foot or back to ruin a scene. This is only the second time I’ve done this, but it is a life-saver, and I wish I’d had the means and/or wits to do this my entire career. I wouldn’t have these callouses and incipient hunch that betray my self-abuse. (The point work in my early dance experience didn’t help me along, either.)

I realize I sound like an OLD WOMAN, with a litany of pet peeves, aches and pains, and nagging doubts. Then, I realize that I AM an old woman, so convention be damned!

I shall wear purple and kvetch as befits my antiquated Self.

Gina and I have begun to play and fight like sisters, and YOUNG sisters, at that. Pinching, smacking, shoving, and slapping one another around the set. It’s no end of fun, and I only wish my sister would have let me get away with such. But she, though small, was a MONSTER. Gina is much more co-operative, and so we make a good pair.

I’m not even going to MENTION Laura again. I have to look at the floor to keep from sniggering at her in most scenes.

Pagan, scene-stealing TWIT!!!

My spirits are high as an elephant’s eye, and they look like they’re climbin’ clear up to the sky……..

Oh, what a beautiful mornin’…..etc.

(If I can JUST get past these seven or eight little GLITCH places!)

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