Warning! Gratuitous #Hamildress photoshoot ahead!
Turn back now if you feel your eyes starting to roll or don't say I didn't warn you.
If you missed the journey of hand-dying this dress to match the textured gradient of the Hamilton Musical poster art, here you go:
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I cannot WAIT to wear this to the Richard Rodgers Theatre!
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As of today, I am 3 days away from our plane flight to New York. On top of that I am a mere 5 days away from seeing Hamilton: An American Musical and crying my eyes out the entire time! As a disclaimer, listening to the Hamilton Cast Album has only made me tear up ONCE and only once. Surprisingly, it wasn't even at the point you would think! One day while driving to work I started to sing Eliza's words in
"That Would be Enough" and I felt the tears stating to well up: For some reason I suddenly really identified with Eliza's strength and pain of separation from (and potential loss of) Alexander. She's "not sorry" for writing to Washington to tell him she's pregnant; She's not sorry for being a "poor man's wife"; and she's not sorry for so desperately needing him there (and alive) for their son.
Anyways, actually singing the words (and acting them.. you know me) helped me to see how difficult that situation would be. I tell you this only to let you know that I'm not usually a sappy person: I don't think I've ever actually cried whilst listening to a cast album, so "the orphanage" line didn't get me, the death of Philip didn't get me, and certainly not the overly-expected death of Hamilton.
HOWEVER... I cried like a baby for the Tony Awards. For the first time in my Tony-watching history, I had been following the stories of the people involved in the musical. Because of this I KNEW them and celebrated their accomplishments. I realized after my mascara streaked down my face that I need to find another type of eye makeup to see Hamilton in because I will be crying throughout the experience. I am (and will be) more than moved that I get to see firsthand this musical that is making (and changing) history. I will be overwhelmed by the joy of the "wonderful people out there in the dark" that have done everything in their power to get in that room at that exact moment. And I will be overcome with emotion that my Hispanic, Hmong and African American high school students will forever be able to see themselves as the history makers who shaped our country.
Without further ado, here are some pics from the #Hamildress' first day ever in the sun! Stay tuned for the next post however, where it gets to walk the streets of NYC!
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Belle shout out: "It's my favorite part because... you'll see!"
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It's like she knows something you don't. Hmm..
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Accessories time:
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Oh, how I love poofy skirts!
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Especially with a black CRINOLINE!
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Beaded vintage clutch belonging to my Great-Grandmother (Ole-Mor)
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Beautiful black bow shoes from my good friend Rebekah!
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Necklaces: Gold chains with a simple black bead partial strand and golden quill feathers.
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And other pics, just because you're already here...
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Hamilton = Bliss. Funny thing is, I live right here!
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The flaw depicted below is that my pleated belt wants to resist covering the yards of gathered skirt fabric and so it keeps rising up to the path of least resistance.
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My necklaces have a hint of black beading with gold feather quills to reinforce the brass buttons on my belt.
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Amazing Mural District Art!
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And finally, a pic of my beautiful friend Rebekah who snapped all these pics for me:
See you in NEW YORK!
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to see a play-by-play of all the fun!
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