Dance blog

ImportantI am going to create a separate dance blog.  All the dance references on here will “puff!” disappear and at a later date will “puff!” appear on that blog jiggled about with and improved on.  Why?  because I am creating costumes, props and accessories to sell on etsy and fancy keeping a separate blog just about what we get up to dancing and the creation of the costumes.  There will be much more details and photos (I am currently filling the media with images too).  So, anyone who will be interested in that, well sweethearts look out for Dragonfly Dancers.

Private setting

Of course this blog post will self destruct at some point when it all comes together shortly.  The usual intrinsic blogs of my ramblings will continue to churn out poems, events, random shite etc… enjoy.  I think this little random blog has been great practice of everything from typing speed to spelling and the like too.

P.S. Spot the spelling mistake on the first image!

Delete, repeat, return… happy.

So many times I’ve learnt dance moves over and over, until I REPEAT them whenever I hear that music.  Only sometimes I see those moves and think DELETE!!!!  I then RETURN to the drawing board to do a whole new set of choreography, until I know I’ve gone bonkers, but happy.

Delete Return Repeat

We’re dancing tonight, my solo I have changed many times and enjoyed going bonkers and I’m happy to get up there in the Small World Theatre, to share freely what I’ve chosen.

Costume arms

I don’t think many people will know about this physical ailment, but here goes.

costume arm

“Costume Arms”That ouch you get in your biceps of a morning, when you’ve gone to sleep after a sewathon, sewing costumes by hand damn near non~stop most of the weekend, to create something sparkles, wow and impressive, working thoroughly so things are safe and can’t pop out, layers cannot come apart and bits won’t fall off during a dance! 

Dance cane

Belly dance caneI was looking at YouTube to find a way to make a belly dance cane out of a garden bamboo cane, especially bending that little bit at the top.  I want to not waste/spend money on some import from hundreds of miles away.   However, I wasn’t successful for that, but found and loved this YouTube clip, all about bending really thick pieces of bamboo 90 degrees:

How to Bend Bamboo in a 90 degree angle

In the meantime I’m going to try soaking the ends of the garden canes in boiling water, see if that softens it enough to bend them round something, then letting them cool and dry.  I get the feeling this might work, might, perhaps?  As for the painting and decorating bit, well that will be a breeze and a joy.  Finally hitting the floor and twirling it over my head like a loon dancing of course!

Wait, wait, reforming ideas, now I’ve just found a winning dance without the saidi canes having to be curved at the end:

Nawar group dancing saidi-iraqi dance

This also made me want to never cut my hair again and use it in future as a prop!

Straight saidi dance canes

Remember to click on words in my posts that have lines under them, this will open up a link to images and the like to enhance my meanings.  Thank you.

 

Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap

Narberth Mending CafeThe Narberth Mending Cafe – Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap is on tuesday night at Span Art, Narberth, West Wales, UK, 6pm and I might take some dance sparkle to sort out.  This event is part of the Cheerful Project’s new monthly Mending Cafe in Narberth. 

‘Bring something along and learn how to fix it or come and help others learn a skill… come and spruce up your summer wardrobe, patch the holes in your favourite pair of jeans or darn your best cardigan! Bring along your unwanted wardrobe (please make sure clothes are clean and not too worn out) to swap with others for a whole new look!  Pay What You Can.’

 

Anti-heckle Poem

For some reason, I was attempting to find the soothsayer from Up Pompeii and failed.  In the meantime looking at some YouTube of the series I enjoyed cringing at the odes.  I also recalled Manny, a relative of Frankie Howerd who was a dear friend to my mother, but didn’t actually like me (you cannot win them all).

So, anyways I felt the need to do something Up Pompeii ode~like: Ode to Dancers in the Park

Note:  It’s a poetic attempt at satire from that era.

A room full?

I want to remind people for the Hafla coming up in Cardigan:

Walk into a room full of people

I am dancing to entertain you, to inspire you, to let you enjoy being and so:

Centre of attention

I do not believe I am the centre of attention when I dance, you are.

Un~usefulness exit stage right

Recently I”ve been pondering my variety of clothes and their uses and the not so useful.  I’ve volunteered in a charity shop for years now, and can see that women’s clothes and shoes are so restricting, some I would actually label down right dangerous (and have modelled one such stupid pair at a fashion show, taking them off to rub my feet and pull a face on stage just before exiting stage right).
Basically, due to who I am and what I do and want to do, I’ve come to the conclusion to always wear sensible shoes, jeans and full arm tops, apart from when at a hafla and then change into “The sky ‘s the limit femininity”.

Theatre stage

Outside memory stick

Let’s face it, I use this blog not so much to share with the world and all who sail on her as you would think, but there’s a little bit more of this being used as an outside memory stick.  To put things down (was just about to type “on paper”) so to speak.  You see, not only might I bump my noggin one day in the garden weeding or when prancing about belly dancing in the lounge laughing, but maybe being my outspoken self {{{giggles}}} when some (we won’t use expletives so early in the morning) might take it on themselves to bash me on the noggin believing their stressful thoughts about me or because of their own unmet needs as they might feel obliged to be a violent (and again we won’t use expletives so early in the morning) and to be honest I bloody well pity the buggers.  

So maybe this blog is a bit like for future reference, saving my ideas… oh geez, I was so close to using that four letter swear word @?!#!~ BANK ~@?!#!  

Oh wait:  “Why share?”  Well let’s face it not many are reading this, but still:  The World needs random kindness words, vegan recipes, peaceful thoughts shared etc and the like… regardless!  For the most part this is semi anonymous and is semi log book, semi how~to that you can pick up or put down at leisure.  Will anyone read it?  I just did (as I wrote it).  It was okay, I liked what I typed and who I am to judge thoughts that are like flying insects that land where they will.  I do however work at being kind, not only to others, but also to myself and I recommend that to anyone as a good life to practice, practice, practice that kindness and compassion.  We can all get angry, upset seeing the unkind and the uncompassionate, but we might be them if we don’t question our thoughts.

Basically, don’t just “Get a life” but “Get into being a kind life and live out that adventure, practising kindness to the very end!”

a kind life.

 

The French translation bit:

Une = A

Vie = Life

Compatissante = Compassionate