Sundayclothes Seersucker Selfie!

My Hello, Dolly! costumes are pre-set deep in the underbelly of the Iowa Theater Building

They're so deep that we gradually lose melanin from lack of sun exposure and get altitude sickness and nosebleeds every time we ascend (slowly, so as not to get the bends) and emerge back on the stage.

Anywho, each set of costumes is organized in order of how I put them on:

shirt > tie (if applicable) > pants (always applicable) > vest (ditto) > coat (usually applicable) > joyful smile (by contractual obligation)

And then in order of Act I songs:

It Takes a Woman (in earthy, workaday blues) > Put On Your Sunday Clothes (in MEGA AWESOME PINK SEERSUCKER) > Dancing (in a geometric explosion of Vermeer blues) > Before The Parade Passes By (you’ll just have to come see that costume now, won’t you?)

On a nearby concrete plateau that echoes with the trickles of a sub-sub-sub-terranean cistern: assorted hats and bottles of Gatorade.

Because I AM NOTHING IF NOT PREPARED.

All. The. Masculinity.

Red is dead.
Blue is through.
Green's obscene.
Brown’s taboo.
And there is not the slightest excuse
For plum or puce—or chartreuse.
Think pink!

I GET TO WEAR A PINK SEERSUCKER SUIT IN HELLO, DOLLY!

Flashback Friday: Every Boy Fondly Remembers His First Seersucker Shirt Edition

The Muppets called. They want their floofy hair back. And their crooked-head smile. And their oversize nose. And their little stick arms.