"And we want you to dress in costume, too!" said Jessica Potter, Historical Society Director, the week before the event. Of course. I should have known. I should have asked. I should have said, "I will only play if I don't have to dress in costume." I've dressed in so many crazy things while playing the harp (angel wings, full Renaissance regalia, scratchy 40-pound beaded evening gowns and other attire not so appropriate to mention in such gentle company) that I thought my costumed harpist days were over.
Oh, silly me.
I put off searching for a costume until the day of the event. Lo and behold, in the back of my closet, I found my high school graduation dress. It was a Jessica McClintock. Remember Gunne Sax, girls of the '80s and '90s? Those vintage-inspired, drop-waisted, huge-collared, puffy-sleeved, floral-print dresses that were all the rage to wear for everything from proms to Sunday church? Yep, I had one. At some point, Mom had removed the leg-o-mutton sleeves for me, but it still had all the markings of a Gunne Sax. And it still fit (I noted with not a little pride). I threw on a straw hat (oh, this delicate Irish skin) and some Mary Jane shoes and called it good.
When I arrived, I made it clear that under no circumstances should ANYBODY take my picture. To the great disappointment of the historical society photographer. No. Hand in front of camera lens. Anti-paparazzi.
The next day, the Mankato Free Press came out with a beautiful article about the event and gorgeous photos, but I guess the paper's photographer didn't hear my edict of "ABSOLUTELY NO PHOTOS OF THE HARPIST IN COSTUME."
See?
Thank goodness I'm only in the background, but STILL.
Viva Gunne Sax.
photo: Mankato Free Press
Oh, silly me.
I put off searching for a costume until the day of the event. Lo and behold, in the back of my closet, I found my high school graduation dress. It was a Jessica McClintock. Remember Gunne Sax, girls of the '80s and '90s? Those vintage-inspired, drop-waisted, huge-collared, puffy-sleeved, floral-print dresses that were all the rage to wear for everything from proms to Sunday church? Yep, I had one. At some point, Mom had removed the leg-o-mutton sleeves for me, but it still had all the markings of a Gunne Sax. And it still fit (I noted with not a little pride). I threw on a straw hat (oh, this delicate Irish skin) and some Mary Jane shoes and called it good.
When I arrived, I made it clear that under no circumstances should ANYBODY take my picture. To the great disappointment of the historical society photographer. No. Hand in front of camera lens. Anti-paparazzi.
The next day, the Mankato Free Press came out with a beautiful article about the event and gorgeous photos, but I guess the paper's photographer didn't hear my edict of "ABSOLUTELY NO PHOTOS OF THE HARPIST IN COSTUME."
See?Thank goodness I'm only in the background, but STILL.
photo: Mankato Free Press
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