So, I’m playing an historical character at a multi-cultural festival today. This will be the third and last day.
I think I was hooked by the fact it was a gig that paid real money. But now that I’m doing it…well let’s just say it’s not easy money.
Our stages face the sun. It’s not the hottest day of the year, but when you’re wearing 20 pounds of clothing that leave only your hands and your face exposed, it’s damn hot enough. And 25 degrees Celsius is plenty hot enough for me even when I can wear anything I want.
I think I might have scorched my eyeballs (well, sunglasses hardly qualify as period attire do they?).
The most common comment I get goes something like this: “Oh, my poor dear, you must be sweltering in that outfit. I can’t believe women had to wear those get ups back in the olden days.”
I’d write more, but the computer screen hurts my eyes at the moment.