Grapefruit Moon

80's hair and serial killers.

About a month ago I auditioned for a mini series called Chasing the Devil. It centers around Gary Ridgway, The Green River Killer. Some pretty frightening stuff. I thought nothing more of it, as I have learned to do with film. I
it's a strange business... where so much is left in other people's hands, and so much depends on the way you happen to look, and your incredibly short audition. For years I couldn't even get and audition for film.. and then out of the blue they start calling. All you can do is shake your head and give up trying to understand or change for them.  I had given up on the film side of acting all together, telling myself - you obviously just am not made for the camera. I was fine with that. In fact, after an especially grueling 5 month long children's tour, I was feeling a little disillusioned about the entire acting thing. Questioning if this is the right place for me... Do I really want to live like this...  It's one thing to act when you are a child and teenager, even acting professionally as a young person as I did. It was wonderful, exciting and that which i defined my identity on. But it's quite another to think of living as an adult and being an actor. Even with my consistent work coming in I still have a hard time at the bank..... I still have to go back to the part time jobs in between... still being rejected 99% of the time.... I was asking all these questions. Not getting any clear answers.  I did start teaching theatre at MTYP and loved it. Maybe I just realized that it doesn't have to be ONLY acting. That there is room for alot in my life... and it doesn't have to mean giving it up all together either.

ANYWAY... sheesh... As I was saying... last week I received a call saying that they wanted to make me an offer in the miniseries. I went "  WHAT???".  I thought it to be a strange turn of events to just get a audition but a part... the idea never even crossed my mind.
My entire persona as a girl who just doesn't get film parts was shattered. Strangely enough I got a little bit mad. Like hey! I had almost given all this up! Whatcha doing giving me a part now???. But as I have come to realize from my father god/ the universe / the stars / life ( whatever you want to call it)  has a definite sense of humour. And great timing. Very comedic timing.
Really I love being surprised and proved wrong. Humbled. I love that it pulled me back in just as soon as I was ready to leave the game. It said - wait a minute here. You arn't done yet. And I knew I wasn't. Inside I knew.

So yesterday ( since it's 3 am... too much sangria at dinner gave me scary dreams) I filmed my first ever professional film gig.  I play Luanne, the killer's wife, who has no idea of the killings.  It's just a small role, but one of the scenes is a backyard wedding set in 1988. I had a pink lace wedding dress and HUGE hair.
I was terribly nervous before I got there but on set I just had lots of fun. Met great people. Had a good time doing the scene. It was special. There is something special about that first time you do something.

back to dreamland now.. hope the dreams are much less vivid this time around.  

who da man

Yes. I did just put who da man. I am so street. Who is this weird guy that I've decided to spend the rest of my life with. Who is the brave soul who has decided to take me on? Mark Neufeld did. We met early last year, at a wedding ( awwwweee... actually ew. gross). Our eyes met.. he thought I was cute, I thought he was cute but a jerk because he was checking me out even though he had a date ( who turned out to be his sister). We chatted. Found out he lived in the woods. Had built his own cabin. He found out I was an actress. Lived on my own in the city. By this time in my life I had dated enough flaky actors and musicians that a woodsman seemed like a fun new thing. The evening went on. But alas, the end of the night came and he did not ask for my phone number . So taking matters into my own hands I emailed the bride ( on her honeymoon) and asked her to pass along my email and phone number in case he would like to use it. ( he claims that because I told him where I lived he was just going to stop by... I however just gave him a general area - the corner of lilac and dorchester - which I'm actually 1/2 a block away from, therefore he would have been at the wrong apartment building trying to find me... that might have made for an even better story).

And so began the actress and the carpenter. Slowly. Casually. But always fun. I went to the woods. He went to the city. The more time we spent together,  the more we realized we had lots and lots in common even though we came from pretty different places.

But he was planning at trip to California for the winter. We were still in no man’s land until he got offered a job in the city. He took it. He moved in. We found a new place together. The rest is history.
We have a nice life. I’m a lucky girl.

 

hooray!

Alright then. I am an official blogger. Actually I started a couple before but always gave up on them.. but after working that hard on trying to make this look so pretty I am commited to it.
So, in the off chance that anyone actually reads this. I'll do a little intro. My name is Kristin. I live in Winnipeg. I'm an actress. I am engaged to be married to Mark. Mark is a carpenter. This summer I have spent teaching theatre. I have one younger Sister Alison ( who other people call Ali but I only call Al). I drive a scooter. I like being active. I get excited about things like swimming, hot yoga, cooking, designing, colours, vintage bicycles, teaching, acting ( all things related), trips, new hobbies, new people, organization, spontienity, competition, board games, mario kart and dancing to jackson five.
Right now I am inmidst of wedding planning madness. As my posts will suggest. Okay thats all I want to write now.

are you going to work this time?

oh the frustration of computers. You think you have it. Then it's gone. Your heart sinks. Your jaw clenches. Then in a moment of divine intervention you might have it back. Oh please. Please have it back.