It’s no secret that I generally prefer seeing new-works-in-development to seeing finished theatrical productions, so my opinions should always be taken with a pinch of salt. But — I saw a beautifully executed reading of a new work today.
STILL SINGLE (Karen Bishko, Nat Bennett, and Suzanne Heathcote) is a special piece of work (if not perfectly named). It’s the story of Leah, a 36-year-old divorce attorney who is perfectly satisfied with her life – until she realizes it’s a mess. She is, of course, still single, and can’t figure out why her romantic liaisons go so terribly awry — until she begins to look critically at “the one that got away”. Leah’s best friend (Jessica) and singing coach (Gabriel) are working through some similar issues of their own, and while all three interact with a host of uniquely realistic supporting characters, they each learn to face their own issues and grow by supporting one another.
Script-wise, this is a fascinating, round story for three people. It’s richer, more nuanced, and more deeply contextualized than most book musicals – the writers demand the audience’s attention and insists we engage with what’s happening on stage (or be hopelessly lost). It’s the most vulnerable script I’ve seen, perhaps ever, and I yearned for each character to find his or her way to happiness almost from each moment of introduction. I hovered on the cliff’s edge of tears for recognized pain for more than half of the first act and a good chunk of the second.
That said, it’s a work in progress and that shows. In particular, the script is fat in a few places, while the transitions into and out of the scenes involving Jessica’s infertility are too thin to deliver the story in a satisfying way. Predictably, there are moments where the action drags.
The score is pop music, sometimes leaning toward rock, at others distilling to a light folk sound, and occasionally opening up to the rawness of a soul lyric. The first two songs are a little underwhelming, but the third — written and sung by lawyer-Leah — and those that follow deliver — albeit without the romantic musical theater sound and reprises that allow for an audience to walk out humming. Because they’re so thoughtfully woven into the story, I imagine that the right band (rather than merely a piano and a six-string) would provide a fabulous show.
If a show is a garment, this one needs some alterations, and some of the visible stitching needs to be properly masked. But this is a project to watch, and support, and wait for.
(And if you’re in midtown right now, head to the Roy Arias Studios (300 W 43rd Street) and snag a ticket for the 7pm reading.)
I am an insecure dresser. This isn’t a new thing; my adolescent memories about clothes involve my mother trying very hard to get me to choose something to wear other than jeans, a white top, and a plaid flannel shirt (it was the 90s, after all) or an electric blue linen blazer — while I tried very hard not to panic about picking a single pair of earrings.
Not much has changed in 20 years. Now I have a wardrobe of beautiful, classic staples, but I have more anxiety about figuring out how to wear individual pieces together than I have for all other aspects of my life combined. Add to that the post-major-life-change-dissatisfaction-with-my-appearance, and I’m at the point where peering into my closet to get dressed every morning feels overwhelming. Special events are torture.
Enter my friend Cynthia, an adorably well-put-together former colleague, and her confessions of being so not cool enough to dress herself — and the concept of outsourcing clothes shopping.
I had never heard of such a thing — outside of the seemingly luxury services for celebrities (for whom appearance is the difference between getting a job and not). I certainly never assumed it might be something for a middle class working woman with more interests and goals than time.
But there are a plethora of services available! So far I’ve signed up for Stitch Fix, Wantable, Shoe Dazzle, Keaton Row, and Shop It To Me — and convinced a friend to try Bombfell (the guy’s equivalent of Stitch Fix). I’m trying to keep an open-mind, but am already completely excited and relieved. Every time I think about getting dressed now, my anxiety is soothed with a calm little mantra: “It’s okay, Lissa. You have people to help. Closet therapists!”
So for the benefit of my friends, many of whom seem interested in this concept of outsourcing, a review of my first service experience.
Stitch Fix is a “surprise me” service for on-trend garments and accessories. You provide some information via a lengthy web form (personal info, measurements, style preferences, what you’re seeking), and one of their stylists selects five pieces for you — which are sent with little cards showing two ways of styling the item. Fixes can be scheduled individually or on a monthly subscription basis. Each “fix” costs $20 — a non-refundable fee that is applied to any purchases that you make from your fix. When the items arrive, you have three days to decide what you’re keeping and what you’re sending back; a postage paid envelope is included for any returns, and you just tuck the clothes inside and drop it at a USPS pick-up point. You only pay for what you keep.
My first box arrived a week ago, and based on the experience at the time, I would definitely order another one. Stitch Fix advises recipients to open the box, look at and feel the garments, and try them on no matter what the first impression is. Good advice, and an excuse to play dress up!
First on was the Loveappella Baltimore Chevron Striped Knit Shirt — a short sleeved, soft, blousey top with gathered cap sleeves and a straight hem. I love the rhythm of a chevron pattern, and these colors are right in my wheelhouse — pink and gray in hues ranging from petal and dove through burgundy and charcoal.
I wanted to love this top, but alas, it didn’t fit my shape well. The sleeves were too high under the arm so the gathered seam was uncomfortable. The straight fit didn’t offer any waist shaping, and the slight stretch of the fabric distorted the pattern across my bust. Into the return envelope it went.
With the blouse, I had slipped on the Katherine Barclay Julien Zipper Detail Ponte Skirt — a to-the-knee black pencil skirt with a wide cross-grain waistband and a chunky silver-tone zipper in place of a walking vent.
I flat-out hated the skirt, but laughed and laughed over how strange it looked on me. I have a very exaggerated hour glass figure, so most skirts and trousers require tailoring to fit perfectly. But why anyone would create a pencil skirt with literally no hip-to-waist ratio is beyond me — I had seven inches of extra fabric sticking straight up around my midriff, rather than lying flat as a waistband should. And the zipper was so heavy that it pulled the drape all out of alignment, creating a weird bunching at the side seams. I unzipped the vent to see what it would look like, and the texture of the zipper was scratchy against my leg — it would certainly shred a pair of nylons or tights if I were to sit down while wearing it. It, too, went into the return bag.
Next, I pulled on my favorite jeans for comfort while testing out the remaining tops. The Mystree Malvern Embroidered Loose Peplum Knit Shirt was first — a white, long-sleeved slubby cotton shirt with a drapey sort of peplum at the bottom and a bodice inlay of embroidery.
This would be a beautiful top for a woman with a very slim and straight figure, but it looked baggy and unkempt on me. The fabric was very soft and comfortable against the skin, so I kept looking for ways to salvage the poor fit; I considered keeping it as a maternity top in case I do decide to have children soon, but that seemed both foolish and fate-tempting. Into the return envelope it also went.
It seems like I should have lost hope now, right? 3/5 of the way through this box of splendid clothes, and I’ve found nothing but duds — what a bummer! But I actually didn’t mind a bit. I’ve spent afternoons trying on dozens of garments only to walk out of department stores empty handed — the price of being tall and oddly proportioned. Testing out clothes without any pressure to like or keep them was incredibly freeing, and I was having fun being silly. The joy factor ratcheted way up with piece number four, though –
The Splendid Calimesa Printed Crew Neck Tank. This is a color-blocked top with a small, classic pattern in scarlet, cream, and navy that gives way to a solid navy triangular neckline. The light, cotton-rayon blend made me doubt the piece, but then I put it on — and the cut is worth a fortune.
The navy fabric fits across the very top of the bust to the crew neckline, over the shoulders, and down to the top of the shoulder blades. It clings for a beautiful fit, while the patterned portion has a slightly looser swing. The arms are cut so that there is no gaping at the underarm and no peek-a-boo bra straps — the death knell for a potential work top. Result: a shirt that is perfectly modest for the office, but with drape that moves a second before I move and continues for a second after I stop, giving a sense of weightlessness. I love the colors and pattern, but never would have thought to pick it up for myself in a shop. Total win.
Side note: I’ve worn this top twice already, once with jeans and a jacket and once with long gray trousers and a navy polka-dot cardigan (look at me mixing patterns!) — and have received a half-dozen compliments on it. I’m completely charmed.
Once I actually took the Splendid tank off, it was time to try on the pièce de résistance: 41Hawthorn’s Rocco 3/4 Sleeve Faux Wrap Dress.
I love this dress. It fit me almost perfectly. The fabric clung and swung in all the right ways, the skirt fluttered along the faux wrap edge, and the self-fabric sash could be tied into a bow with a bit of sassy ennui.
Problem: it’s quite a bit shorter than knee length. I’m not a prude about showing skin, but I’m six feet tall with a short torso and ridiculously long legs; a skirt that shows my knees and four inches of thigh makes me look like a person with the poor judgement to try to make a school girl uniform look sexy. That’s never an acceptable look, and certainly not a good idea for a grown up who wants to be taken seriously. So, back it went.
Verdict: Stitch Fix is incredibly fun. The clothes were not quite what I would have chosen for myself, which was the point — they pushed me to try new things. I recommend them to anyone looking for a kickstart toward something new.
While I had originally scheduled a second fix for myself, I’ve since canceled it — not because I dislike the service, but because I’ve been really wowed by others I’ve tried. Keaton Row did such an exceptional job finding clothes that work with my height and proportions — so much so that I hopefully won’t need any more new clothes for awhile. I’ll report back on how well the next round of orders work!