Okay....we arrived in Aberdeen with time to spare. You already read Alyssa's report that a great -FAST- time was spent in the Caravan Tour's favorite park: Wylie Park's Story Book Park.
Well....what Alyssa did not reveal was that I: yes me-myself and I collectively FORGOT the Snow White wig. After we had searched every conceivable nook and cranny in the van, I texted Russ only to find that I had left the wig box in my van ---in Sioux City----300 miles away! I calmly called an old acquaintance who had I'd worked with on productions in Sioux City and who now lives in Aberdeen but she, of course, didn't have a Snow White wig at her home (one could hope, couldn't one?) She gave me the phone number of ACT, the Community Theatre in Aberdeen. It was Saturday afternoon and ACT was holding a big film festival. The chances that ANYONE would answer the phone was slim to none. None won.
Josie wisely said, "It's Halloween. I bet we can find a Snow White wig at Walmart or Target or some place." So, after setting up the sound system and running out of the Holgate Middle School Theatre as fast as these legs could take me, I jumped in the van knowing that I would need a miracle within the next 45 minutes to achieve a picture perfect Snow White. I popped into Target and grabbed the last Snow White wig ---child size. I paid for it quickly and rationalized that Alyssa was just a bit of a thing. Surely a child size wig would work....
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It looked hideous. No, that word is too weak. It was atrocious. Miserable. Disturbing. She looked like a black headed Einsten on a very, very, VERY bad day. The decision was made to have Alyssa use her own hair, which ended up being a wise decision and one that didn't seem to traumatize the kids as much as the wild haired Einstein would have. After we struck the set and got settled into the Ramkota after the show, I made a run to Shopko seeking out their Halloween department. I was dismayed that an adult size Snow White wig was nowhere to be found. I picked up a wig that was supposed to go with the sexy French maid costume just as a preschool child was giggling with joy as she twirled in a cute little Cinderella costume. I looked at her and said "I know who you are.....You are Cinderella!" She giggled at me and said, "Of course!" I held up the wig and giggled back at her, "And who do you think I am?" "Oh, you are Snow White!" That reply was music to my ears.
Problem solved....
Diana Wooley
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