We went over to Vancouver to watch DD1 dance. For us costumers, who sometimes feel that our work is fleeting, one choreographer created a work to reflect the dancers previous dance performance experiences - favourite moves, most embarassing moment on stage, worst costume, best costume and their transition from ballet to contemporary. But the most hysterical parts were listening to the dancers speak about their worst costume ever (we had been instructed to laugh if we found it funny). Near the end, they all put on old recital costumes and proceeded to improv wildly - the one guy in the group was wearing a hot pink figure skating dress with a black lace overlay that was several sizes too small. A girl who lives in Vancouver provided the old costumes. Bad costuming never dies - it lives on in the dancer's memories.