* Costume finished. Everything back into place. Its 4 am. Still got to dye my hair and do my nails. I go to work at 8 am. No choreography yet. i have dance class at lunch time, got to wax and do my eye brows. And hope that nasty blue string won't escape while i'm dancing. . But the most important things are done. Music and clothes. . I just never stop listening to music. Ever. Even at 4 am. Even while the sewing machine is buzzing away. So now listening to some recent acquisitions i just realized that this was the anthem of my new year's party... Now i just wonder what kind of omen is that. .
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* Good night to those who get to sleep. i'm way too buzzed up on caffeine to even dream about it. *
* "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits Puttin' on the Ritz..." . i believe this is it. . And still half way through the costume. .
* Today i woke up, once more, looking like a goddamn fish. Like every other time i've cried myself to sleep. . ... . When i'm lost i turn to Him. He usually hurts me in the process, but eventually, He gets me through. . Obviously, i bruise easily. *
* i feel as if i've been banging face forward into a wall all week. And that damn wall is still there. Argh! . Ok, maybe its PMS. It will gone by tomorrow. Hopefully. . Was the week a waste? i mean, i had a month to find the perfect soundtrack. The party is the day after tomorrow and i've come down to two certainties and three possibilities. And only the design for a dress and knickers that i have no idea if i am capable of making. Not as they are designed, at least. . Blessings? My new love finally arrived. Ahem, i mean my xmas gift from the Mister... a 1034 Overlock Serger from Brother... now i have to read the manual and add cute stickers. . Where was i? Oh, yes, back to my bitching. Monday was chaos, Tuesday i started putting order into it, and well, wednesday was spent cleaning and scrubbing and sewing and working. So i totally deserved those two bloodymary's last night. Which leads to a slight hangover and almost being late to the dentist how the fuck don't you have white thread going to the doctor throwing away those bloody old undies and having a boring salad for lunch day. And work. Working out. And a shower. So here am i in my corset and underwear and trying really hard to edit the soundtrack for Saturday. i thought i had the answer. But i spent an hour working on it and didn't like the result. . Second opinions please? . Remember, the keywords are: 1930's, decadent Hollywood glamour, jean harlow, the 18th century, fetish, the Marquis, candle light, burlesque (which won't let me leave out a pinch of satire). .
First song: Piano Duet - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Second song: A new arrival - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Third song: ?!???????
- Put a lid on it - Squirrel Nut Zippers
- Satin Chic - Goldfrapp (my first choice but the end is not so good to dance to)
- Mon Cabaret - Sofia Essaldi
. Ideas, please? i had originally considered Queen of Pain, by Devil Doll but the Mister thinks its too slow. So i'm hitting that wall face forward again. Not that anyone cares about the music as much as i do, but i'm the one dancing so i have to have my motivation... i just don't know what my gimmick is anymore... fetish?
. i really should eat something. My head is killing me. And all i had all day was that boring salad. *
* i feel like a failure right now. One big fat fraud. That would have never made it to Minsky's. Argh... And its just so hard to over do what i did last... . i wish i could rebel against this need for a concept and just bump and grind and dip and strip. But i can't and this goddamn ideal has consumed me all week. Well, at least the house is clean and most of the laundry done. *
* "Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided."
Mae West *
* mood: confused and upset. About to burst into tear actually, and not knowing if it is exhaustion from excessive housework, frustration or just PMS. now playing: nothing, i've been listening to music non-stop for the past 4 days so i need a break to clear my head. Or better, i'll let Miss Holiday sooth me. *
* Get away from me bitch! . At least i worked out. And i'm working through my phone calls. But having this much to do makes me very very lazy. *
* i haven't even unpacked yet. . so, how do you make a crossover between candles, jean harlow and the 18th century in burlesque? . that's what i have to figure out and materialize until saturday. . yes, its gonna be ONE of those weeks... *
* yesterday. Sometimes He makes me go out barefoot. *
* mood: sore and lazy. And fat. i gained two kg while i was away. Obviously.
"It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it."
