I can't so I will

I don't often feel compelled to post about something that is just going to go viral in 12 hours, anyway (I mean, I was tempted to complain about how saggy Misty Copeland's Odette tutu was, but I controlled myself), but this hit me right in the feels:

Here's where I found it (linky linky)

Career Planning With RPrin

I'm sure everyone has their regional weird dancing road-side mascots. At least... I sure hope so. I would hate to think that only in California can you experience the joy of sitting in traffic while watching a dude in a chicken suit do a little two-step and wave a large sign extolling the virtues of the $4.99 lunch buffet...
Tonight on my way to class I passed a Liberty Tax sign waver that was really giving it his all. Quite an impressive display of commitment to the dancing mascot job. On my way HOME from class (admittedly, I left early, but still) he was STILL going at it! Talk about stamina!
Now, me? I have often thought about the possibilities. You could work on your dance moves AND get paid? How awesome is that? Probably really flexible hours, too. But no Lady Liberty for me, guys. For me it'd have to be Mr. Pickles. Work on your moves, get paid... BUT ALSO no one could tell who you are! Just make sure you don't wear really unique shoes or expose any identifying leg tattoos.
Imagine a person dressed in an anthropomorphic pickle suit busting out a tour jete or performing a graceful rendition of the Dying Swan. You'd want to go in and buy a sandwich, am I right?
Is it the perfect job? I don't know, but it's got to be better than retail.

It Begins

Recital season. It isn't really approaching all that quickly, you know? It's a couple of solid months until the performance. Regardless, I am already working on costumes. It's good, really, to get started ages in advance because the Summer brings with it an early theater season and a wedding I have to sew for/do anything else I am asked to for. Also, apparently I am supposed to make all sorts of stuff from scratch for this recital? Which was news to me, but whatever. I've been dragging home piles and wads of tutus, dresses, fabrics, and even a couple of thrift-store wedding gowns that I am going to be chopping to bits. My sewing studio is already a sight to confound and distress.
See?

It's not supposed to look like this.
 Would you believe I have a proper cutting table? You wouldn't know it from that stupid cutting board on the floor that I perpetually use to the detriment of every joint in my body...

Anyway, that is the state of the very small sewing-related union. I'm currently mid-way (or less, there might be more girls added to the dance) through turning five really ugly little tutus in to water lily costumes for a group of teeny tiny girls (maybe 5-6 years old? So small.) Here is an awful blown-out flash-in-a-dark-room-at-10pm glimpse of the progress:

Well, you can see what I'm getting at, anyway.

They would be much cuter worn with little froggy head dresses, IMO.