I "worked outside the home" today.
The mom of one of Finn's schoolmates recently told me she has a costume-designer friend, Amanda, who is working on an opera at the New England Conservatory and needs someone to help her sew costumes. The mom had remembered I had made a tote bag as a class gift for the boys' teacher last year, and gave her friend my name. After talking briefly over the phone, we agreed to try each other out to see if we could work together.
The opera is Paul Bunyon and the costumes, as Amanda described them, are "Little House meets Lumberjack," lots of plaid, calico, and suspenders. I described my experience to Amanda and she said it sounded like a good fit, and that the work was for the most part fairly straightforward stitching. Nevertheless, I was nervous last night, fearing I had somehow overstated my abilities and would make some ridiculous goof straight off the bat. (This may be a side effect of many years of not being paid for my skills--a person starts to think they must have nothing of value to offer!) I was reminded of how I felt the night before my first day as an editorial assistant, when I studied the copyediting marks page from the Chicago Manual of Style as if there was going to be a quiz.
I showed up at the design shop in the South End and immediately was put at ease by Amanda. They are still in the process of fitting the costumes to the performers, so she showed me the rack of items that have already been fitted and marked with the performers' names and the required alterations as well as the rack of items that are still under consideration. Arranged across the floor were heaps of boots, piles of caps, and a tangle of suspenders.
Amanda showed me the show's "Bible," a book containing a list of the performers, their roles (most of them are playing two roles), their measurements, and everything that needs to be done to each costume, including purchases, alterations, and dying. As I make each alteration, I need to cross out each thing I do and initial it.
After a quick tour of the work area, Amanda set me up with my first alterations. I tacked sleeves, let down hems, pulled out the flannel lining on a pair of pants (it would have been too hot under the lights), sewed on MANY suspender buttons, removed belt loops and took in a pair of trousers based on chalk marks that were made yesterday at the performer's fitting. (Did you know that I knew how to take in trousers? Neither did I.)
As far as I know I didn't make any glaring gaffes. I probably was going fairly slow compared to an experienced professional, but I figured it was better to do a good job than just fly through. She also said something about how terrible it would be if suspender buttons started popping while onstage, and I got a little paranoid. I don't think my suspender buttons are going anywhere any time soon. It must have been OK, because she asked me back for next week!