The scissors glide through velvet cloth
Embroidered with a golden thred,
The picture of the Oscar actress pinned
Haphazardly, to the pinboard overhead.
She casts her smile, so Hollywood, so far
From this tiny workroom in a boring town.
No glitz of glamour here, but still
I feel the thread that holds us there,
Together as I let the needle run,
Pinning rich material to mannequins,
Until I’ve met the brief, a dress
Fit for queens or pirate’s daughters,
Perhaps a space cadet or fairy dream.
It takes it’s slow deliberate time,
But as it forms I know within my heart
That this is what I was meant to do.
I always wonder how many people out there actually do the job that they dream of. Not the job we tell people we wouldn’t mind doing, but the thing that is ridiculously outlandish; the job that most people would laugh at you for wanting to do.
My one would be a costume designer for the movies. I have always looked at the lavish costumes in movies like Titanic or Pirates of the Caribbean and thought how wonderful it must be to be involved in that.
And yes, there may be other more glamorous departments on a film set, but there is something very calming about cutting through material and sewing the patterns together. And knowing that your work is responsible for making the whole thing look so spectacular, I bet you get quite a high from that.
I’d just need to learn to sew and then I might be within a shot.
3 thoughts on “the dream job: costume maker”
I can see the appeal of the costume designer, Rachel. What creativity that would involve! And all of that lovely material. You could really indulge your senses doing that, even if parts of it weren’t pleasant.
My dream job would be a sci-fi and fantasy author. I love sci-fi and fantasy, and I love worldbuilding. I dream of being as famous as J.K. Rowling.
I have no talent for this but appreciate the product, especially in old films. I’m happy this is a dream of yours.