Secret prop

World earthI love that I eventually worked out how something is done and what obvious traditional prop is involved etc…  It has taken me hours, but that now I know, I couldn’t possibly tell anyone, because I want to use the same prop and do the same thing to amaze an audience and make them go “Ooooo”.  The world is a stage and all those in the cast and the audience are in need of peaceful, natural and happy things.

 

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Adaptability, a must have skill!

I always use adaptability in all that I do, as adaptability is the one thing that keeps me from going completely insane and taking everyone around with me!  It’s one of my core skills.  You see I find my life (maybe yours is the same too) is dotted with batches of unpredictable events.  Some hilarious, some very sad, some remarkably joyful and others I just use the letters WTF!  More often than not I can seem very puzzling to the onlooker, especially when events go from one extreme to the other in a very short time and I cope by assuming a stoic look. 

Take for instance just a few (not all) of the things that has happened this week:

Injera imageA few days back, I did a Skill Share presenting ancient grains, seeds and some premade batter for injera (it takes 3 days to ferment).  I did make a few plans to help others make sweet potato roti  (I always call doti) breads and lahoh, from scratch.  However, on arrival to the kitchens, I found there were no frying pans!  I had mentioned adaptability earlier about the flour choice, so it also came into play for the utensils.  I’d brought oil with me, so we used the heavy duty roasting pans (which took an age to wash up after).  So there was no panic see,  and it ended up being an enjoyable evening making things to have a taste of, with some happily taking some mishmash roti breads and some lahoh dough to try cooking when they got home.

Adaptability from planned to modify

CasperWarning:  This part goes a different way!  With no prep the next day, myself and my lovely daughter had to adapt to the horrors and the honour to be with our beloved old pony whispering to him as a kind professional young vet came and compassionately put him under anaesthetic and then when he was under, an overdose to put him down.  Our beloved was unpredictably suffering and now thankfully he can never suffer ever again.

Then of course the next day after that comes.  Our beloved’s beautiful body has to be discarded and I was told by my vet that I wouldn’t have to stay.  Yet when the “One who has lost some connections with sentient beings” (probably due to his bloody shitty job) came, he made it out that it wasn’t the case.  I had to adapt to get the job done and offer to help pull our beloved’s body out of the stable myself with my son.  The man flipped the body over like it was nothing and like it was what he does all the time, got the body out of the stable within seconds on his own.  Therefore I started to assume things and decided NOT to pursue this line of thought, but I’m still working on that! Then of course, as I drove home the car suddenly sounded like a tractor/motorbike and the exhaust had detached itself from the manifold.  So I parked up, got a lift home and on the way popped in a pub I don’t normally frequent and had a one song, dance off with some sweet person who likes Steps (yes I was completely sober and yes I will dance at the drop of a hat to most things).  One extreme to t’other!

The weekend came and went.  I drove the car to the mechanic sounding like a tractor/motorbike; someone came and dug up a 6foot tree they wanted, but this time I didn’t offer to help; I ate a lovely vegan roast… 

It’s Monday and apart from my pushbike, I’ve now to work out transport to get to my car, where I placed her in the hands of a friend who is a mechanic.  I will adapt.

Adaptability

This is NOT an exclusive list of shit things happened /happening, but because somethings are NOT truly my business, I obviously won’t share them. 

Social media

Just a very few words:  Give up social media if you know what’s good for you, for others and for the planet.  How about a few little hashtags too:

farceblock

You know it makes sense not to be on that all day.

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