#props confessions

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Confessions of a Props Person #153:

We’re 5 months into this pandemic and I’ve run out of household items to renonvate and repair.

Send help.

Better yet...

Send me a dumpster of stuff.

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Confessions of a Props Person #152:

Considering the shelter-in-place, I keep telling myself that now is the time to finally sit down and go through that one big bin of miscellaneous art and crafting junk (you know the one I mean, it’s full of random fabric scraps, half-used paint, dead brushes, dried glue, and who knows what else). Yet every time I pop the lid and stare into the abyss, the abyss whispers back and says “but you may need this” and then I swiftly shut the lid again.

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Confessions of a Props Person #151:

When someone loved your prop so much that they want to keep it after the show:

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No more notes for me? Show complete. Props Person out.

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Confessions of a Props Person #149:

I ordered a 3’ antique doll, it has arrived in a 1’ x 1’ x 1’ box. I’m mildly terrified to open it. What unnaturally contorted creature lies within this box!?

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Confessions of a Props Person #150:

“Props on a Train” - the lessor known sequel to “Snakes on a Plane.”

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Confessions of a Props Person #146:

I’m out of budget, out of time, in the middle of the woods doing outdoor theatre, and we need another tray.

*Takes the lid off a box and flips it upside down*

There. Instant tray. It’ll be fine. Prop Person out.

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Confessions of a Props Person #147:

Well, it wouldn’t be outdoor theatre without losing at least one prop to a hungry critter.