Although I thoroughly enjoy Facebook as my sewing superheroine alter ego, I avoid it under my civilian handle like the plague. Ruggy is the same (though he has no happy secret identity to scroll by). We'll both jump on for about five minutes a month, tapping out after liking all the pictures of kiddos and anniversaries we can stand.
On one such five minute spree, I came across a post from a wonderful chick that I had the pleasure to work with acting-wise, the kind of chick that I won't get that pleasure with much, because the handful of times I've seen her since have been in audition waiting rooms, up for the same part. Chicks in waiting rooms are usually something to be avoided. But every time we stumbled upon each other, we had the kind of easygoing, fun conversation that is borne of a person who is confident and relaxed about the situation, who knows that they can do the best they can, and if the part is hers, it's hers. If not, it doesn't change your rockstar status. So why not enjoy the awesome superheroine sitting next to you?
I try to be that person in the waiting room. Krysta is that person in the waiting room. And she's carried that confidence into her latest challenge, a battle with breast cancer.
When I read the update on Krysta's diagnosis, I headed over immediately to her just christened blog, and knew I wanted to make something for her. I understood, on some level, what she meant when she said she wanted to make her life beautiful. I've dealt with some pretty difficult health issues-- actually, during the time that Krysta and I worked together, unbeknownst to my castmates. Nothing so serious as what she is dealing with, this is not about metoo metoo metoo, that's SO cliche actress in a waiting room. But it struck a major chord with me because I know, on a minor level in comparison, how a sickness can define your life, and how something as simple as what you put on your ailing body can change how you feel.
You know what? I might not like to stitch for others, but I LOVE to sew for amazing women. Over the past year I've sewn up almost a dozen garments for a handful of muses. It's nerve wracking, my desire for perfection is increased by a bazillion when I know it's meant for someone else, but man, oh my god, it's so rewarding to see it on the inspiration!
You can see what I made for this fabulous lady over on her blog, Chemo Couture. She absolutely one hundred percent disproves that shite about the clothes making the person-- she makes these clothes. And might I suggest reading from the beginning of the "whole long boob story?" You'll see why anyone would want to sit down and gab with her in a waiting room and forget about the audition completely.