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Jun. 3rd, 2004
The kid who played Hollum (upon sight, I remarked to Justin that he was one of those type who are unmistakably English) is in the new Harry Potter movie!
Heh, I call him "kid," yet he is six years my senior, and so approaching 30 (just as his character in Master and Commander).
Heh, I call him "kid," yet he is six years my senior, and so approaching 30 (just as his character in Master and Commander).
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Jun. 3rd, 2004 11:09 pmToday we went to the tuxedo rental place to get Justin fitted for his suit. Tina's fiance, John, got a good rate from a buddy of his who has a rental place back home, and Mom's springing for his suit as well as my dress, but we had to get measurements.
There was a wedding couple being fitted before us, in addition to a couple of men whose suits previously obtained did not fit properly, so we stood and looked at the stock while we waited. The shopkeep earned great points with me by looking up when he got a free moment and saying "Thank you guys for waiting so patiently - I should be with you in just a minute." We wouldn't have gone anywhere anyway, so thanking us for waiting was a plus in my book.
Fell in love with a tailcoat.
My high school chorus director had a full tailcoat which he wore when conducting the concerts. The band conductor wore his everyday business suit, but the chorus director - a rather short, thin man, probably about 5'6, prematurely balding (he was under 40) and with a round, cheerful face rather like a chipmunk's - had a full-dress tailcoat which he wore with white waistcoat and red bowtie. (We students wore black pants, white shirts and red silk ties; even the girls were allowed to wear ties if we had collared shirts, and it was strongly encouraged; those who wore shirts without the proper sort of collar simply went without ties, while I delighted in borrowing my father's tie.) He conducted boisterously, like Bugs Bunny as Leopold in "Baton Bunny;" during particularly emphatic pieces he would climb up atop his grand piano. This is the gentleman who had us singing "Lachrimosa" for six years straight (and at the time of my graduation had not yet been pleased enough to let us perform it at concert).
The tailcoat at the rental place captured my joy. It is very similar in cut and styling to the Napoleonic War-era British officer's coat which I may someday make for Justin and which I desire myself (Captain for him, with its gold bullion and muchness of trim; I prefer the clean white-trimmed lines of the lieutenant's uniform), but readily available pre-made, which means immediate gratification without me having to learn the vagaries of men's tailoring. We may yet buy him one from eBay - there are some splended deals there if all you require is the jacket - and he shall wear it with jeans or his WWII Navy pants.
Which I've never yet hemmed. We'll have to bring them North with us and have Mom fix them - the second pair of pants we've bought him for Mom to take in...
I did, btw, win the lime-green frilly pirate shirt. It should get here on Tuesday. Now for a top hat. Ideally, if I was heinously rich, I'd get a silk one. They're gorgeous new and age gracefully. Even a very old silk topper retains its dignity: it speaks volumes about a man of wealth fallen from grace through schnookery on someone else's part, himself fully innocent yet reduced to shreds and tatters, living on what little he has left - but fear not, for through a great deal of luck and fortitude, and with a bit of help from a dear lady friend, he shall regain not only his wealth but, more importantly, his station in life, and true love shall conquer over all in the end. Either that, or it speaks volumes about a really old undertaker/resurrection man who lifted the hat off a "client." Either way, it's all good. Plus I just like the way silk looks when it gets really old and starts to shatter on the corners of the hat.
Oh yeah, speaking of frilly shirts, that's what Justin wants with his tux (which will NOT be a tailcoat, as that would be too formal for the mere photographer when everyone else in the wedding is wearing regular old tuxedos). A frilly shirt with wing collar, with which he will wear his black bow tie from ROTC. He's also wearing his patent leather dress shoes from ROTC. He has quite a bit of stuff left over from ROTC, not all of which he was quite entitled to keep.
I shall now cease my rambling and let you get on with your lives and the perusal of your friends pages.
There was a wedding couple being fitted before us, in addition to a couple of men whose suits previously obtained did not fit properly, so we stood and looked at the stock while we waited. The shopkeep earned great points with me by looking up when he got a free moment and saying "Thank you guys for waiting so patiently - I should be with you in just a minute." We wouldn't have gone anywhere anyway, so thanking us for waiting was a plus in my book.
Fell in love with a tailcoat.
My high school chorus director had a full tailcoat which he wore when conducting the concerts. The band conductor wore his everyday business suit, but the chorus director - a rather short, thin man, probably about 5'6, prematurely balding (he was under 40) and with a round, cheerful face rather like a chipmunk's - had a full-dress tailcoat which he wore with white waistcoat and red bowtie. (We students wore black pants, white shirts and red silk ties; even the girls were allowed to wear ties if we had collared shirts, and it was strongly encouraged; those who wore shirts without the proper sort of collar simply went without ties, while I delighted in borrowing my father's tie.) He conducted boisterously, like Bugs Bunny as Leopold in "Baton Bunny;" during particularly emphatic pieces he would climb up atop his grand piano. This is the gentleman who had us singing "Lachrimosa" for six years straight (and at the time of my graduation had not yet been pleased enough to let us perform it at concert).
The tailcoat at the rental place captured my joy. It is very similar in cut and styling to the Napoleonic War-era British officer's coat which I may someday make for Justin and which I desire myself (Captain for him, with its gold bullion and muchness of trim; I prefer the clean white-trimmed lines of the lieutenant's uniform), but readily available pre-made, which means immediate gratification without me having to learn the vagaries of men's tailoring. We may yet buy him one from eBay - there are some splended deals there if all you require is the jacket - and he shall wear it with jeans or his WWII Navy pants.
Which I've never yet hemmed. We'll have to bring them North with us and have Mom fix them - the second pair of pants we've bought him for Mom to take in...
I did, btw, win the lime-green frilly pirate shirt. It should get here on Tuesday. Now for a top hat. Ideally, if I was heinously rich, I'd get a silk one. They're gorgeous new and age gracefully. Even a very old silk topper retains its dignity: it speaks volumes about a man of wealth fallen from grace through schnookery on someone else's part, himself fully innocent yet reduced to shreds and tatters, living on what little he has left - but fear not, for through a great deal of luck and fortitude, and with a bit of help from a dear lady friend, he shall regain not only his wealth but, more importantly, his station in life, and true love shall conquer over all in the end. Either that, or it speaks volumes about a really old undertaker/resurrection man who lifted the hat off a "client." Either way, it's all good. Plus I just like the way silk looks when it gets really old and starts to shatter on the corners of the hat.
Oh yeah, speaking of frilly shirts, that's what Justin wants with his tux (which will NOT be a tailcoat, as that would be too formal for the mere photographer when everyone else in the wedding is wearing regular old tuxedos). A frilly shirt with wing collar, with which he will wear his black bow tie from ROTC. He's also wearing his patent leather dress shoes from ROTC. He has quite a bit of stuff left over from ROTC, not all of which he was quite entitled to keep.
I shall now cease my rambling and let you get on with your lives and the perusal of your friends pages.