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Mar. 6th, 2006 02:03 pmGood things:
Today I lived up to my recent resolution to start walking to Alewife in the mornings, and was rewarded by perfect walking weather and the sight of robins bustling officiously about. Spring may be on the way, you never know...
My performance on Saturday really increased my sword confidence. I have a way to go, but I balanced it on my head and danced and moved around and it didn't fall off.
I made enough in tips on Saturday that I can contact Shadia to get started on the costume I want, once I have the time to sit and look at the video again and think about colors. (this is the Taheya Carioca Shore of Love costume, all 1940s glamor. The photo doesn't remotely do the costume justice at all. I will have to learn how to wave my hair.) (how strange, she died on my birthday in the year I started dancing. Well, now I definitely have to have that costume made.)
It took a few hours, but my shiny green costume is ready to wear now. I got a bit ripped off on the price--maybe the person I bought it from genuinely only wore it once or twice, but the lady she must have bought it from certainly wore it more often--and because it was a cheap costume to begin with the bra took some restructuring work, but it's presentable now. I don't know why the manufacturers put those insanely long straps on the bras, the point is to have boobs on a shelf, not boobs slung around your navel. And it slightly drives me nuts to think that somebody was out there dancing in some professional capacity thinking that this was a good costume. I'll be green and sparkly for Sunday though, that's for sure. I was joking to M that this can become my default holiday costume: pair it with a red skirt for Christmas, pastels for Easter, brown for Arbor Day... On a related note (pun intended) I finally figured out the middle song for my St. Patrick's Day set. God knows when I'll have time to practice dancing to it, but at least I can listen to it a lot.
Saturday evening I have nothing at all planned, and I shall do nothing at all with great gusto. OK, plus a little practicing. But M has a rehearsal that evening, so it will be me and the couch and a glass or bottle of wine and some dvds until I conk out probably around 9pm or so. The thought of this will keep me going all week...
Today I lived up to my recent resolution to start walking to Alewife in the mornings, and was rewarded by perfect walking weather and the sight of robins bustling officiously about. Spring may be on the way, you never know...
My performance on Saturday really increased my sword confidence. I have a way to go, but I balanced it on my head and danced and moved around and it didn't fall off.
I made enough in tips on Saturday that I can contact Shadia to get started on the costume I want, once I have the time to sit and look at the video again and think about colors. (this is the Taheya Carioca Shore of Love costume, all 1940s glamor. The photo doesn't remotely do the costume justice at all. I will have to learn how to wave my hair.) (how strange, she died on my birthday in the year I started dancing. Well, now I definitely have to have that costume made.)
It took a few hours, but my shiny green costume is ready to wear now. I got a bit ripped off on the price--maybe the person I bought it from genuinely only wore it once or twice, but the lady she must have bought it from certainly wore it more often--and because it was a cheap costume to begin with the bra took some restructuring work, but it's presentable now. I don't know why the manufacturers put those insanely long straps on the bras, the point is to have boobs on a shelf, not boobs slung around your navel. And it slightly drives me nuts to think that somebody was out there dancing in some professional capacity thinking that this was a good costume. I'll be green and sparkly for Sunday though, that's for sure. I was joking to M that this can become my default holiday costume: pair it with a red skirt for Christmas, pastels for Easter, brown for Arbor Day... On a related note (pun intended) I finally figured out the middle song for my St. Patrick's Day set. God knows when I'll have time to practice dancing to it, but at least I can listen to it a lot.
Saturday evening I have nothing at all planned, and I shall do nothing at all with great gusto. OK, plus a little practicing. But M has a rehearsal that evening, so it will be me and the couch and a glass or bottle of wine and some dvds until I conk out probably around 9pm or so. The thought of this will keep me going all week...
