Costume talk

On Tuesday...I think? Yeah, Tuesday I finished the new panel skirt for the second costume for Friday's performance. Tried everything on and danced in front of the mirror for about ten minutes, doing lots of leg-lifting and spinning to make sure I wasn't going to flash my panties. I'm going with a vintage 70s American Cabaret theme for my costuming for this and the costumes of that era were pretty fucking naked, y'all. No pants, no choli, and skirts split up to the bottom of the hip belt. Luckily, two of the bra/belt sets I made for Smoker were heavily inspired by 70s American Cabaret style so they were perfect. I added some additional sash chain to the newer one (which I wish I'd done a long time ago because dang it looks better now) and boom. Costumes that are sorta earthy-looking but still club-appropriate when teamed with liquid lamé skirts and not much else.

It's a good thing that all this weight-lifting has helped me feel more comfortable with my body right now. I might not look like some of those flat-bellied, slim-legged dancers of the 70s, but I'm starting to look like a Frank Frazetta woman and I'm okay with that (seriously, that image link there is pretty accurate, even down to the hair style).

True story about the first American Cabaret style bedlah: Like, five seconds after I finished it, I was so pleased I took it over to show redheadfae. She immediately recognized the inspiration and said I did an amazing job of capturing it. Then we both might have teared up a little. It was Just So. Perfect. And I feel great when I'm wearing it.

Cross your fingers that we don't have such a big turnout for Friday's show that I don't have room to do circular veil for my second number.

Well that's inconvenient

Aaaaand there is something in my lunch that I don't recognize.



I don't know what is that weird stuff that's sort of smeared over the top of my pureed carrots and meatballs, but the tiny bit I tasted was really wrong and now I have nothing to eat until I can go home at 4:00.

Fuck.