Sacre Blue!

French peasant fitting today took hours and hours. Had I been a real French peasant, I could've tilled a whole feudal plot.

The outfits, like this one, were all quite reminiscent of Little House on the Prarie. But rather than being one of the first in line and recipient of one of the cuter ensembles like I managed for my Victorian gig, I was close to the dead end and had about thirty random dresses, skirts, woolen tops, aprons, and crazy hats and bonnets tried on me in order to get a cohesive final product.

The end result was that they gave me two versions of an outfit to be decided on the first day of filming. I definitely have a too tight corset, neat Mary Poppins boots, a black and white check dress, and a blue jacket. And I may or may not have a cutely striped apron like in the picture and a wild velvet hat. I'm so hoping to score the former and avoid the latter.

After costuming, I went to hair where they did this:

I was then sent to make up which just consisted of a lecture on how we were strictly forbidden to wear any, even too shiny chapstick. Ooh, and the lady warned me that I had nice teeth, but that they were too white and straight for the time period. She threatened to put dirty teeth makeup on them if I smile on camera. But I doubt that I'll be that smiley as a World War I refugee in a too tight corset.