Nutcracker 2011

Ok, just warning you, I am not Ansel Adams.  All of the photos are from my phone.  Just pretend the dark and blurry ones were taken from some Hipstamatic app or something cool like that.

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

12 pairs of eyelashes

All of the junk it takes to make me into Grandma each night

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

11 shows!

Ok, I'm done being creative and out of numbers.  Here are just the pics.

Practice tutus

Snow rehearsal in studio

Rat King head

What old ladies wear to rehearsal

What I look like before the wrinkles.
Well, the drawn on ones at least.

The new "lounge" backstage at the Lincoln Center.
All those doors are separate dressing rooms  

Snow headpieces and tiaras 

Pointe shoes

In the wings for warm up w/out backdrops and curtains

View from the orchestra pit

Nutcrackers for sale

The house 

View from the house of dancers on stage during warm up 

Nutcracker head

Our dressing room and Ethel the Grandma head

The robe back (I added Giselle)

The robe front

Grandma after her wrinkles and pearls

Ethel and Herman before all is said and done

If you scroll back up to the close up shot of me, you will notice I had to draw a widow's peak on my forehead because the wig didn't fit right, and it kept slipping backwards.  It took till Sunday night to realize the Costume Mistress had styled the wig upside down.  Would have been good to know 6 shows and 2 dress rehearsals ago. So with 3 hrs to sit around between shows, we flipped the nasty ol' wig right side up, adjusted my feathers, and now it sits lower on my head.  Grandma Ethel now looks proper.  Well......as proper as a drunk old lady can look.   

Thanks to everyone who came and saw the shows.  It was much appreciated!  

And thanks to Greg for the last picture actually taken with a real camera.  Too bad about the damn wig.  Oh well there is always Loveland.