This past Saturday – a freezing cold day – I went up to URI and wandered around, on the quadrangle – and then went over to the Fine Arts Center, where I spent the majority of my time in college. Like 80% of my time. All the doors were opened. No students – they were all home on Thanksgiving break. But I wandered around to my hearts content, strolling down memory lane. Amazing how nothing has changed!
I went down to the girls dressing room – below the stage. I could still smell the powder, the Aquanet – I could still see all of our reflections in those mirrors … Brooke, Jackie, Liz, Nancy, Julie, Lee … all of my friends. Actresses. Costumes hung on the rack. Hustle, bustle, quick changes, curlers, corsets, T-strap shoes, hoop skirts, aprons, bonnets … My locker was over on the left hand side.
Love the coat.
Our local theater/civic center burned down in 1997. When my mom called me to tell me the news, I laid my head down on my desk and cried. Between Children’s Theatre, high school musicals, voice recitals, and choir concerts, I had practically grown up there. In the strike of one arsonist’s match, he burned up more than half of my childhood.
Oh Lisa, that makes me so so sad to hear. What a terrible loss.
I am FLOATING on nostalgia right now. That building is a magic place.
It’s always cool getting a window into an environment that’s completely foreign to me.
The coat and the chucks make a killer combo…
Holy crap! I just did that a couple of weeks ago with Emma! But to my great dismay the dressing rooms were locked. I’m so psyched you filled in the empty piece for me. Wasn’t that a rush?!