We've been picking away at decluttering the house and we have made headway, but it seems that the key to doing it was film. Mr. Lina filmed a short fake trailer on Saturday. It's amazing the effort that goes into 90 seconds of film. Somehow it managed to involve every room in the house except my sewing room. Either it was in frame, space used by lighting/camera, or it was space to serve food and chill. So pretty much every room needed some level of decluttering, admittedly some more than others. My sewing room being the one exception. Things were hidden in that room.
Here's a behind the scene shot of one of the death scenes in my kitchen.
Notice the vast quantities of fake blood on that actress (her shirt has white and coral stripes under that blood). As much as I knew this was going to be a horror trailer, and in the 80's slasher style, I didn't QUITE do the math on how much fake blood would be involved. Nor how far the splatter would go. The upstairs bathroom (shower death scene being a requirement in most slasher films as an excuse to show a little more skin) looked like Dexter visited and forgot his plastic sheeting. The bathroom and kitchen are cleaner than I think they have ever been because I kept finding splatters of fake blood everywhere. For example, I don't think I've ever taken a tooth brush to the grout on the floor in my upstairs bathroom. Washed the floor, sure, but scrubbing on my knees with a tooth brush? Not really my typical cleaning style. There was fake blood on the inside of my oven door, under the burners, on the back splash, the little indents under the counters... It was just... everywhere. There are a couple of spots I think we're going to need to paint because the red isn't coming out of the porous material.
No sewing was needed for this film set, but I did craft services again. Breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner for a much smaller group than some of the other film sets (a benefit of a 90 second shoot and a minimal crew). It was enough to keep me on my toes. Everything went so smoothly they finished up the shoot a few hours early. Unheard of I tell you. I think the only thing that went wrong was my spider plant falling. This happened before the picture above, we were moving the other actors around and getting the lighting right when the spider plant got hooked on someones pants or something and fell, missing her head by maybe 2".
She's got reflexes like a cat that one. I kept trying to see the plus side of things and for this one, it's that A) the actress moved and was fine, and B) that spider plant was pretty pot bound, it seems a new pot was in order anyhow. We should have decluttered that corner too, but it wasn't going to be in frame. Lesson learned.
Past that, it's okay. I seem to be in a quiet sad spot at the moment. Not teary or anything, but I lack focus and interest in work. It's harder to get out the door in the morning, when I get there I don't know where to start, I don't want to call in for my client team meetings. Not quite sure what to do about it or what to make of it. I'm on week 2 of some PMS symptoms, I'm thinking that's probably a factor but not the only one. It seems to be more work focused than home focused (I was a-okay fine on the film set, even with cleaning up the blood), maybe this 5 day a week client facing is just too much.
And amusing to me, my youngest brother Clone and his wife have decided that the name they picked for their son doesn't fit. So they changed it. I'm not quite sure why I find it funny, but I do. Parents pick names so early and who says that it's going to fit the face and personality that you see when the baby is born? I am pleased they made the change now if they weren't happy, it can't be easy to admit the name you picked just didn't work. You know my parents only had a girls name for me (my paternal grandmothers name, most of Dad's family died in a car accident 4 years earlier) and only a boys name for Scot, and no name for Clone when we were born. My mom was convinced I was going to be a boy (to the point she argued with the doctor when he said "it's a girl!") so it's kind of funny they didn't have a boys name for me but there you go.