I’m so happy XD
I’m so happy XD
“Speaking of which, did you encounter Hecate? I was hoping to see your artistic rendition of the woman in red…” ~ HH
So I never got a good look at Hecate. My only encounter with her was quickly interrupted by screaming witches and strobe lights. This is what I imagine her to look like. XD
The end of my night was a blur.
Here were some of the more lucid moments…
Most Suspenseful :
Everyone held their breath as Malcom lathered up Duncan for a shave…perhaps the closest he ever gave…
Most Aha!-I’ve-Seen-A-Photo-of-This! :
Mad Lady Macbeth sat in a bathtub, after being undressed by the nurse.
Most Rapid Transition from Adorable to Unsettling :
The taxidermist stitched close a teddy bear (aww) and laid it in a crib surrounded by headless dolls (creepy!).
Most Spoiled by the Theater Program:
I met scorchedthesnake. Instead of striking up a normal conversation, I tapped him on the shoulder, gave him a coin, and ran away. I’m not usually this awkward in real life, I promise!
“Come quick! Look at her dress!” One of the coat checkers called to the other, before handing me my coat. Frequent revisitors probably got greetings all the time, but I felt super special.
My second Sleep No More experience was SPECTACULAR!
I had an amazing time bombarded by all sorts of surprises.
It was a significant improvement on my first trip.
Now the question is…should I go back?
A glimpse of a speeding man sent me dashing after him, only to catch dust.
Lost among the shadows, I eventually encountered Malcom, Banquo, and Macduff processing with the dead Ducan. It was a somber moment when I bore sole witness to his funeral.
The trio later reconvened at the speakeasy.
Beneath shady lighting, they dealt out cards and responsibilities.
After a few rounds of games and alcohol, they hammered the nail into Macbeth’s coffin.
Right after Malcom and Macduff had slipped away, Macbeth stormed in, and lunged after Banquo.
The two entwined in a brawl.
This fight was not a delicate dance.
It was savage and brutal!
After being tossed all over the speakeasy, Macbeth finally corned the fallen Banquo behind bar, and struck repeatedly with bone-breaking ferocity.
Finally, a silence came over the room.
The bloodied Macbeth staggered away as the speakeasy bartender rested a brick on the pool table.
Banquo was no more.
Just as I was gathering my wits, a guest next to me whispered:
“I read your blog.”
More To Come…
It’s hard for mindblown individuals to tell tales, so I can only try.
“Look at this one. She looks so innocent but we know what she really is.”
Faye nudged my shoulder as I entered the elevator waiting area.
She was absolutely right. I was about to pull an insane stunt: tipping the Bellhop.
As the next-to-last person off the elevator, I saw the Bellhop pressed up against the steel blue walls, hands held in. A hairline before stepping off, I turned. I stared into his eyes while extending out a coin. He looked back with eyes of confusion and solemnity. After a motionless eternity, I pressed the coin into his folded hand, and then dashed off to my adventures.
To the Bellhop, I was probably a madwoman who just gave him a rusty quarter. To me, the Bellhop just experienced my 1:1, with all the elements: surprise, confusion, and souvenir. My rusty quarter was double-headed coin embellished with the McKittrick thistle. The bold always made their own Fortunes.
After my crazy experiment, I found myself in King James Sanitorium. A nurse glided through like a wandering spirit. To my incredulity, no one else was in sight. I immediately started to follow her. She came to a doorway, paused, and stared into my eyes, with a frighteningly intense gaze. Slowly, she reached out her hand.
Hesitantly, I took it.
She unlocked a black door and she beckoned me inside.
I entered a place of fear.
The door locked behind me.
The rooms reverberated with demonic banging of exorcism-intensity.
The nurse was a looming shadow, seating me on a therapist char.
She peeled off my mask, and laid me down, and with a blanket, tucked me in. She then pressed her breathlessly still face oh-so-close to mine.
Suddenly a wall lit up with words prophesying Duncan’s death.
The nurse coughed violently into her hand, revealing a nail!
Ushered out in seconds, I was left with only a whisper: “don’t tell a soul”.
To Be Continued…
Time to indulge your SNM-obsessed DIY-er!
May I interest you in a bowtie?
C Dress by Masty (with minor modifications)
Sleep No More – Spoonflower
Last night I dreamt I went to McKittrick again…
…except in my snazzy new dress!
I’d wanted to make a 1940s dress ever since my first Sleep No More escapade.
The vicarious excitement from my friend’s recent trip set the motors of my tiny sewing machine in motion.
With permission to incorporate the McKittrick pineapples, I designed and printed my very first fabric through Spoonflower.
I present to you: Miss Caroline.
It features a bold print, sweetheart neckline, and long sweeping skirt; a refined version of my Dandyweeds Dress
I’ll be donning this for my second visit to the McKittrick in May.
I’m looking forward to all the things I apparently missed.
I really want a 1-on-1 experience but those seem wretchedly rare.
Either way, I’ll be bloody bold and resolute.
Maybe I will pay fortune a visit.
I hear she has favorites.
*Edit: Apparently they aren’t pineapples, according to scortchedthesnake, they’re thistle, whoops ^^;