I so looked forward to sharing with you all the details of my recent outing to see Tim Burton speak about his past and future projects, particularly Sweeney Todd, for which I wait with baited breath. But my intentions far surpassed my technical know-how.
I did record the entire thing, all 90 minutes, including three full songs from Sweeney (none of which featured as much as a sigh or whisper by Alan Rickman, so calm down). They were wonderful songs despite the grievous omission. Johnny Depp's renditions of My Friends and Johanna are certainly worth a listen. But my careful recordings are all hopelessly stuck on the digital device, just as my sly camera photos (from the first row) are trapped on my Treo, refusing to email themselves.
If you beg, Ben might give it another go and try to produce those recordings and pics so I can post them. But my pleas are falling on deaf ears, my friends, and my own technical prowess is comparable with that of a mountain troll. Ben fails to realize the importance of my stealth recordings. Start hassling Ben in the comments if you want Burton outtakes!
Alan Rickman was only mentioned once, by the way, when Burton discussed how inspiring it was to work with a group of such talented artists. Burton himself seemed quite likable with an appealing, self-depreciating sense of humor he dealt out comfortably. He struck me as the kind of guy I'd like to meet up with for a beer and conversation after work some Friday. But his striped socks are what linger in my mind. You have to admire a man who will flaunt his striped socks in public.
As for Ben's sweater, so far, he hates it. But the "flappy sleeves" and "creeping" should go away as this project progresses. And if he won't wear it, I will.
My latest trick is to fit a sweater to a boy who 1) won't stay still long enough for a non-blurry try-on, and 2) insists that I make the sweater too small for him because he's intent on "losing weight." So perhaps this is destined to be another of those hopeless sweaters that finds no love.
Were I making this for me (since I have this niggling feeling that this sweater will go the way of Ben's forlorn Charade socks and end up underneath the cat somewhere) I'd add a bit more room in the chest. But Veronique pointed out that this sweater might indeed grow, so all may not be lost regardless.
Is the back "bunchy?" Or does it just look like that because of the string and needles and the twitchy boy body it's covering? I added some underarm decreasing back there, just in case.
PS: Happy Birthday, Amanda! Everyone go visit her new blog!