I’ve spent the last two days on another extras gig. This time it was a commercial for a company that makes arirplanes in Seattle*. Being an extra is really fun if you’re not an actor. Ac-tors have to feel like this is all somehow beneath them. I, on the otherhand, just get to experience it.
This time I got to have my hair and makeup done and they even dressed me.
I wasn’t too crazy about the outfit. All the makeup and wardrobe people were from New York, so I guess they know better. Apparently, wrinkles are high fashion these days. The jacket they had me in looked like it had been left damp in the bottom of a laundry basket, but it still had the tags on it. This was such a mystery to me. I almost wanted to take it home last night and iron it.
At least it fit, though. A high point of the day was when the pocket-sized, tragicly cool, asian wardrobe chick handed me an outfit to try on which included a pair of size 4 pants. Since she looked to be a size negative zero, she probably looked at me and thought, she’s a big girl*, these 4′s ought to fit.
HA!
This shoot had all kinds of fancy hollywood-type stuff. There were uber-hip types rushing all about, cords and lights and mics all over the place, and there was even a green screen.
Being an extra is really all about waiting. On the first day, I was there for almost 10 hours, and only “worked” for about 45 minutes. The other 9 hours and fifteen minutes, we just sat. There were snacks, lots of reading, and a bit of Texas Hold’em. Since we quite literally were waiting to get on a plane, it felt just like a 10 hour layover in Chicago, but without the neon tunnel or the food court.
Let’s hope the real ones are made of more permanent stuff, eh?
* I bet no one can crack this one.
** I don’t mean that to sound like a lame-ass, low self esteem, girl comment. I like being a sturdy 10-12. I would have made a good pioneer woman.
We’re not blog-twins anymore now that you’ve got this new look!
I’m happy for you, this looks great!
Look at you, Fancy Pants! SO proud.
Trying to remember what I came over to comment about….must refer to Bloglines…oh yes! Christmas guilt. I have taken to giving some disposable gifts in the past few years (homemade jam w/ scone mix, Christmas wreaths, etc.). I find that they’re always appreciated and they’re all recyclable or edible and people are so grateful to not have crap lying around their houses after. One year I didn’t have time to make the spaghetti sauce I had given out for a few years and everyone was surprisingly bummed.
you are right, you are just HOT the way you are!
and besides…I always have wrinkley clothes when I travel.
Any big names to drop?
You were an extra?! Too cool!
You’ll definitely have to let us know where to look for you!
I love your new digs btw.
this one is pretty funny. i still own a size 4 Ann Taylor dress that i bought a few years ago. i KNOW it was mis-sized, but… regardless of how shallow, having that size 4 on my size 8 body was a boost….
good to see you at Lael’s!
Og: Nope! Now you are more original.
Beth: I really would like to make something, but I haven’t found just the right project yet. I worry that whatever it is will turn out kind of crappy and won’t be as cool as I want it to be.
V: No, no big names. The principal actors LOOKED famous, but they weren’t.
finelly: Thanks! I think it’ll be on their website. I’ll DEFINITELY link it if I’m visable, which is a petty big if.
tracey: Ha! Really, who in the world besides starving model types is a size FOUR? I would consider you a tiny person, and even you aren’t a four. I csn fit my mom in my pocket and she’s not even a four.
Love the new site and the recent postings. You rule. Lael
LOLL!