i’m a Harlette!
wheeeeeee yeah! baby did it! i’m officially a burlesque dancer now with the Harlettes. P-U-M-P-E-D! it’s not gonna be easy though and these chicks are serious and committed. my feet are destroyed and my torso is totally sore but nicely stretched, need to get more limber not just uselessly thin. rehearsed for four hours today then i went to work at four til 1am gaaaaaaad. i have so much to gush about but right now i gotta crash cos i have a tattoo appointment tomorrow and i’ve been going going going all day all weekend all week. i am already overwhelmed by this upcoming week and it hasn’t even begun yet. madness, absolutely but shit you gotta be doin’ your tings eh? i need help coming up with a burlesque name, it can’t be french. needs to be sassy clever play on words cutesy. raymi the minx is oooooooold. when i was an “online model” my stage name was nikola (eurotrash is hot for northern america and over there, our boring nothing names like lauren or sarah are tooootally trampy to them. funny huh?) but yeah, hmm. sexy, coy, flirty, whatever. put your suggestion in the comments just to get the ball rolling if you’re game i’d really appreciate it.
i am so happy to be dancing again it has been my dream for far too long now to get back in action there also, i would like to thank my parents for putting me in jazz classes to begin with. thanks guys!
i have to go to malabar and buy some spanish dancing shoes with heels and i’ll be needing to make my own costumes too. craft explosion!
i’d be lying if i said life wasn’t good right now. i don’t care how tired, knackered, overdoing everything i am. i am happy. probably insane, but whatever, things are interesting again. did i mention that i was happy? (don’t worry i’ll be sad some time soon just for you).
love camping it up. alyssa and i are bad girls in this one number we’re working on. kinda like the pink ladies but cooler. i have to learn everyone’s names again and their stage names.
and to think i was worried over the teeniest run in my brand new black tights that i didn’t end up wearing cos i was so anal/nervous. these runs rips and tears look so good. in jazz class they never let us have rips in our wienery soft pink tights. laaaame and once you made it to grade 3 (takes two years to complete a grade) you were allowed to wear black. dance is kinda like karate in that way, you have to earn colours for status. hah.
rehearsals are every sunday at noon in the dopest space ever.
looking around at these awesome women today i thought to myself wow, i’m so inspired right now and these people are going to have an impact on me in a good way i know it. cheesy sorry but that’s how i felt. burlesque is a lifestyle i was told. damn straight sign me up. done.