Drafting a Genii Costume

Mary at the sewing machine.

Naomi’s school is producing Aladdin Junior. 

Naomi has the part of the genii.

I don’t know much about the show; only enough to know that the genii has the potential to steal the show.

Naomi has been working on her lines for a few weeks – enough that the lines are under her belt now.

 ... this is the second life for this shoe ..... 

 And they are good lines.

 When she delivers them I laugh.

Rhiannon doesn’t like me to laugh.

I think my costume is fabulous

 “Not that funny, Grandmother.”

 I don’t know how may times I have heard her say that.

Mary asked about costuming for the play. 

Naomi said she didn’t know who was doing the costumes.

 Mary went downstairs and brought up some turquoise and yellow embroidered material, with a hint of eyelet.

 “I will just make this costume and send it to school.

 If your teacher likes it, OK. And if she has something else in mind, no harm done.”

 The sewing machine has been on the table for a couple of days now.

The bodice was done first.

Then there was a lot of internet research on genii pants before they were drafted. Today there was a trip to Fabricland for Velcro and some elastic.

... are these cuffs really going to work? ...

At some point the genii has to rip off her golden (hand) cuffs so Mary has been figuring out a large gold detachable cuff tonight.

 Looking good.

 Leo took Naomi to Value Village.

 They came home with high heels that will work.

OK

 Maybe they will only work for a photo shoot.

 I told Naomi a pair of heels like that would give a woman reason to go to church, just to wear them.

 Mary spent the rest of the evening cautioning Naomi about walking in them.

... enough room in these pants for me to really move? ...

 Naomi took to the shoes like a duck to water: she danced, she prance, she modeled, she laughed. 

Her first platform heels, but she has decided not to wear them for the play.

She is practising in a low, blue leather slipper, but I think those high heeled shoes will come out again.

A woman needs a little practise in them before going out in public.

Arta