I’m having one of those moments. Sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, the back door open on an April evening, and another job coming to an end. Willie Nelson is singing. 

I couldn’t have asked to be part of a more fantastic costume department  for the past several months. It was one of those rare groups, full of humor and talent, that made the most mundane or stressful of situations seem somehow not so bad. It was a department that earned complete respect from the rest of the crew early on and maintained it throughout. 

Aside from the fact that it was a physically difficult show for me, complete with the flu and a classic case of insomnia, it also reminded me that it really is the people who keep me coming back, movie after movie. There is an adventurous, creative, problem solving, non conformist, gypsy, irreverent attitude that I love about film crews, but costume departments in particular. Maybe it’s something about being the first in and last out, pinning and counting dirty socks, or seeing famous people in their underwear, but whatever it is, it’s unavoidably funny when you really think about it. Or if you haven’t slept more than four hours in months. 

I will miss this group. But will enjoy my sleep and time off. And I will welcome the idea that goodbye usually just means “see you on another one,  somewhere.”