tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58525985412908424682024-02-22T03:12:34.953-08:00Rheumatic PrincessA cantankerous old lady with rheumatism takes up classical ballet at age thirty.I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.comBlogger434125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-69364900025062093522016-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:002016-08-02T10:59:02.146-07:00Today on "Why U No" Theater...Yesterday while buying pointe shoes I discovered that<a href="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/thumbnail/APPAREL/DRESSES/pc/3904/3970.uts" target="_blank"> Betsy Johnson </a>is now designing<a href="http://www.capezio.com/children/collections/betsey-johnson" target="_blank"> dancewear for girls</a>, and <i>it's adorable</i>.<br />
Why you no make grown-up sizes, Betsy?<br />
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I NEED THIS SHIRT IN MY LIFE:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-23987811100910203382016-08-01T16:24:00.002-07:002016-08-01T16:49:03.499-07:00My Cats Utterly Refuse To Make Me Rich and FamousDammit, kitten. I keep you around for photo ops and you-tube-ready shenanigans, and you won't even pose for me with my new pointe shoes? PSSH! Such a ripoff.<br />
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In other news: I am still alive, but it's been a rough summer and I am just trying to get through the next three weeks without setting myself on fire in a blind rage. I took a few weeks off dancing, but I'm (mostly) back at it, now. New kitten. New shoes.I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-63599413188628109012016-05-16T15:37:00.000-07:002016-05-16T15:37:06.484-07:00Fraggles Never Fool Around, Fraggles Never Shirk...Workin' workin' workin' workin'...<br />
As I plow in to the final few weeks of recital sewing for the year I face down the largest challenge of the season. Because apparently making ten firebirds and ten gnomes and ten rabbits wasn't enough...<br />
Dragons. I'm suppose to be making dragons. Mostly what I am supposed to be making is <i>miracles</i>. "Here, take this 30 year old leotard that looks like someone ran over it with a car and make it in to something fabulous. But not TOO fabulous, because we have to be fair to all the kids. Have fun with that!" Sigh...<br />
My task is to make dragon costumes from around the world. Dragons for many cultures and countries. Which is commendable enough, but for cryin' out loud.<br />
My "Egyptian" dragon was given to me as one extremely ugly nude unitard and a picture printed out from Google image search. It is a nice enough drawing, very pretty, but I am pretty sure that it has very little to do with actual mythology. Egyptian history is divided in to the Old Kingdom, Middle Kingdom, and New Kingdom, right? I think of this dragon as coming from the <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/" target="_blank">DeviantArt</a> Kingdom.<br />
Anyhow. The dragon has no feathers, no scales, no demonstrably "dragon" characteristics. It has wings but I didn't really want all of the dragons to have wings because so many of the dancers are also going to be firebirds. But the only other really distinct features of this drawing are it's collar and cuffs (which I did) and it's long pointed tail.<br />
Now, let me tell you something about tails on stage. I learned this while working on a professional production of CATS! several years back: from stage there is a REALLY fine line between what looks like a tail and what looks like a great big novelty wang. On a nude bodysuit it was just... not a good look. I do not want the little boy wearing this costume to be mercilessly taunted about it for the rest of his life. I mean, it's bad enough he has to be the only little boy on a stage full of girly girls anyway, right? So, the tail was vetoed. Wings it is. Of course, Egyptian wings are awesome and amazing, but also <a href="http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/ethics8.jpg" target="_blank">super annoyingly intricate</a>. This whole costume has been a lesson for me about not biting off more than I can chew and simplifying everything because <i>no one but me will notice the difference anyway</i>. <br />I will present this costume to the gal in charge today, here's hoping it is met with a round of hearty "oh you are just so creative"s rather than shocked and slack-jawed disapproval.<br />
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PS: I have reached the point in the recital season where my sewing studio looks like this and all I want in the whole world is to be able to vacuum the bloody floor:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-65823203830805000682016-05-13T13:43:00.001-07:002016-05-13T13:43:40.454-07:00Fucking Pointe Shoes, Man...You know how everything that has the word "wedding" attached to it automatically sells for double the cost of the exact same thing without "wedding" in the name? Like, if you go to a grocery store and say "I need a birthday cake for fifty people" they will charge you $100 for it, but if you say "a wedding cake for fifty people" they will tell you it's $250? Ballet is the same way. If it has the word "ballet" in it or is sold at dancewear stores it is going to cost you SO MUCH more than the same thing at Hardware Hal's or Francine's Fabrics. To wit:<br />
After a few short months of use my latest pointes died ingloriously. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, but it does irk the crap out of me. So I decided to go the jet glue route in hopes of a few more weeks without major damage being done to my bank account. <br />So, did you know that<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pointe-Shoe-Glue-multi-colored-One-Size/dp/B003YCUSXK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1463172087&sr=8-1&keywords=pointe+shoe+glue" target="_blank"> pointe shoe glue</a> is basically just <a href="http://www.amazon.com/GLUE-764-Instant-Jet-JETR0764/dp/B0006O1IG0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1463172087&sr=8-2&keywords=pointe+shoe+glue" target="_blank">jet glue</a>? And that jet glue is basically just SUPER GLUE? Instead of paying $15 for shoe glue at the only dance store in town (which is still half an hour from my place and has the WORST parking "lot" I think I have ever seen) or ordering jet glue from Amazon and waiting a week for it to arrive I just raided my husband's glue-and-tape drawer (to be fair I am the one who organized it in to it's own drawer. Look, we have several dozen rolls of packing tape in this house but I can never find an open one when I need to ship something) and found the tubes of super glue we had purchased for attaching the cat's<a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=cat+claw+caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Acat+claw+caps" target="_blank"> claw caps</a>. TA-DA!<br />
There is just something about disemboweling an $80 pair of shoes with a razor that makes the poor kid in me ("we're not poor, we have each other!") cringe a little bit. But I can highly recommend tearing in to a pair to see what is going on in there. For instance, I discovered that my right shoe is feeling noodly because it has developed a fault-line of near San Andrean proportions right across the arch. Which means that any day now the damn thing will snap right in half while I am trying to do something important. That sounds safe AND comfortable. YAY!<br />
New shoes. New shoes need to happen. SOMEONE please build a new dancewear store in central CA. One that sells plastic shoes and has ten charming young fitters available at all times.<br />
<br />I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-28348906692680772242016-04-22T20:24:00.000-07:002016-04-22T20:24:42.251-07:00Dear Danskin,Why U put such big ugly tags on the OUTSIDE of your dance skirts? ARGH.<br />
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PS: I do love this, though: When you tear open a garment and find a little memento of it's construction frozen in time, like this chalk mark at the CB waistline. Makes me feel a little closer to the other hands that have worked on it:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-11834400016659730142016-03-23T13:00:00.001-07:002016-03-23T13:00:42.792-07:00Stop Trying to Make Fetch HappenEvery year come recital time we have a few solid weeks of experimentation in the classroom while the choreographer (my teacher) works out her game plan. And every year we seem to end up doing endless turns around the room in a circle. <i>This never works</i>. Never. It makes people dizzy to the point of colliding with one another. It never looks good, and it's tortuous to practice until it <i>does</i> look good, so eventually it just tapers off and we forget it for another year. I'm hopeful we have gotten it out of our (AKA <i>my teacher's</i>) system for the current year, but we may be stuck with it for another month or so until it really sinks in that<i> this isn't happening</i>.<br />
<b>Stop trying to make this happen. It's never going to happen.</b>I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-76446828790041557072016-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:002016-02-26T23:35:04.390-08:00Have You Tried Ferrous Squagaldine Supplements?We've discussed this before.<br />
You can't believe every claim of a miracle cure-all that you see online or read about in Oprah magazine. The list of fabulous natural "remedies" I have tried is ridiculously long. And you can add a new one: turmeric. <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/search/pins/?q=turmeric%20benefits&rs=typed&0=turmeric|typed&1=benefits|typed" target="_blank">ERRYBODY be on about turmeric these days</a>. I gave it a shot, what can I say? I carefully researched the right type to take and what additives it needed/didn't need. Then I faithfully took these freaking pills as big as a damn house twice a day for TWO MONTHS. And I got nothin'. Sorry, guys. For the record? Turmeric belongs in tasty curry. I did try a facial cream with turmeric, and that seems to help a little with skin yuckiness, but the benefits have not extended to taking it internally for my RA. My husband (chronic migraines) also gave it a try to no avail.<br />
Maybe you'll have better luck, a lot of people say they love it. But seriously? Who wants to gag these suckers down on the regular, anyway?<br />
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Also for the record:<br />
Things that didn't work:<br />
-every vitamin<br />
-cinnamon pills<br />
-dermarolling<br />
-ultrasound therapy <br />
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Things that did work:<br />
-flaxseed oil (technically any Omega-3 supplement. Fish oil and krill oil would also work BUT they are environmentally disastrous, cost more, and make your ENTIRE BEING smell of dead fish)<br />
-acupuncture (but only when used once a week or so, longer breaks than two weeks just made it all worse so I had to give it up)<br />
-drugs (NSAID, tricyclic with low-dose SSRI, painkillers)<br />
-exercise (ballet and biking for me, please, y'all can do whatever) <br />
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<br />I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-16825885415841468862016-01-29T00:13:00.001-08:002016-01-29T00:13:37.849-08:00Pointy Business We got word today that we finally found a new place to live. SO... we'll be farther away from the ballet studio, but at least we'll also be ten blissful miles and 15 beauteous minutes away from our current asshole neighbors (pro tip: spoiled college students who have rich daddies to pay their rent make terrible neighbors)<br />
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I have solved my worst issues with my new pointe shoes, just about in time for the shanks to get all flubbily. Woot. I think the problem was slightly different sized feet (solved with decapitated socks) and a heel that slipped off perpetually (solved with silicone seam sealant on the insides of the heels).<br />
I went ahead last week and sewed the leather patches the shoes came with on to the platforms. They squeaked dreadfully for an hour or so, but it's worn off (thank god). Dancing with the patches is a very different experience, actually. It's noticeably more difficult to turn/etc with them, but also easier to stick piques instead of hitting the wrong angle once in a while and falling on your ass (I don't think I ever have, but I've been close and I've seen it happen).<br />
I sewed on the patches. It impressed my teacher, but I can't seriously recommend it. Glue that shit on if you know you aren't going to want to take them off again. For one thing the stitches are going to break eventually and I'll be back to square one.<br />
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And maybe it's okay if you're talking to a room full of professionals. But, you know what, George? I totally have to do five zillion pirouettes across the floor in half an hour and my energy level is down around my ankles SO YEAH, I am going to take it a little easy on this excessively long string of fondues, thanks.<br />
In fact, when I first started dancing I had to really learn to back off at the barre if I wanted to even attempt center work later in the class. I'm better, now, for sure. I can pull those d<span class="st">éveloppé</span>s up as far as I can and not focus so much on transferring my weight after every close to fifth, but still. I want to be able to stand up tomorrow, dude.<br />
Eh. Balanchine was kind of a dick, anyway.I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-66670893312146552132016-01-11T01:02:00.000-08:002016-01-11T01:02:07.108-08:00new year'sWhat are your new year's resolutions? I am afraid to make any. If I tell myself I'm going to do pilates twice a week it most certainly won't ever happen, so screw it. And life is so complicated... I just give up. God damn it,<i> I resolve to eat more snow cones and sleep in later in 2016</i>.<br />
What do I <i>need</i> to work on? Huh. Lots of things? I need to work on my anxiety, and on relating to other chronic pain sufferers without getting annoyed and frustrated with them. I need to remember to tell my <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asperger_syndrome" target="_blank">aspie</a> exactly what I need when I need it and not get grumpy and internalize everything because he's not a fucking psychic. I should almost certainly get myself a more viable career, because "loving what I do" is incompatible with $20,000 vet bills.<br />
Bleh.<br />
I need to remember to stand en pointe with all my energy going down through my ankles and out my toes. I should figure out why I am so wretched at landing pirouettes, but boy howdy good luck on that one. I should write more prose because it makes me happy. I need to find the time and money and energy to drive several hours in search of a good pointe shoe fitter who can hook me up with plastic shoes. It would be nice if I could eventually get back to where I was before I took that five month break and destroyed my ballet groove. I did land a double pique turn last night, but it was more of a fluke than anything else. You know you've done something pretty special when your teacher gives you a thumbs up rather than saying anything.<br />
Blah blah blah...I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-47481421866392338172015-12-30T23:15:00.000-08:002015-12-30T23:15:39.084-08:00Mama needs a new pair of shoesAfter 150 years on the market you can pretty much expect a product to be refined, stream-lined, and darn-near perfected. Not clunky, horrible, and nearly-crippling. I AM LOOKING AT YOU, POINTE SHOES.<br />
So. I finally got new pointes. Like, actually went to (<i>braved</i>) the only dancewear store in town (what the heck? There are easily dozens of studios in this city, how is there only ONE store that sells dance shoes?) and sat there for an hour trying on awful shoes while a professional dream-smasher critiqued my placement and shrugged at me. And now I have new shoes. Which? I totally despise. They are <a href="http://northamerica.sodanca.com/collections/ballet-pointe/products/sd-34" target="_blank">So Danca Auroras</a>, and they suck. Okay, honestly, I kind of hated my other ones, too. But I think I've identified the problem. My feet are totally not the same size or shape as one another. They <i>look</i> fine, but they fit <i>way</i> differently. So, these new ones are okay on the right foot but not so much on the left. And the left? Yeah, that is my sliiiiightly longer leg. So basically all 130 pounds of my weight gets concentrated on the very tip of my left big toe <i>and I want to die</i>.<br />
Sigh...<br />
I'll figure it out some day. Some day... one day I will buy fancy plastic shoes at a big brightly-lit store in San Francisco, and then rainbows will trail effortlessly off my tip-toes while I leap gracefully on to the back of my unicorn and fly away...I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-54378963483460548622015-12-30T00:16:00.000-08:002015-12-30T00:16:52.910-08:00In Hell You Probably Have to Wear Brand New Pointe Shoes ALL THE TIMETwo months. That's how long it's been since I posted. Everyone else has stopped posting, too, so... I guess I'm just a follower? Honestly, I just haven't been compelled. It's hard to feel inspired when you A) have been writing about the same subject for four years, and B) get very little feedback except from your parents.<br />
I hate when bloggers come back after a hiatus and say "oh boy, guys! I am totally going to start posting twice a week and it's gonna be amazing!" and then you never hear from them again. So lame. So, I am not doing that. Will I be posting in the future? Meh. Maybe? There are a lot of posts I never got around to writing but always wanted to. Like advice for what to wear to your first ballet class and the reality that the most "perfect" ballet body is not usually the one in class that is blowing us all out of the water with bitchin' technique and grace. But will those posts get written? I leave that for fate to decide.<br />
If you've followed this far, I thank you kindly. I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-87227171374026570162015-10-29T16:12:00.000-07:002015-10-29T16:12:43.812-07:00State of the RPrinMy folks gave me a nice big gift certificate for my birthday (thanks, guys!), so I now have new<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Capezio-Womens-Transition-Ballet-Medium/dp/B000ACAQU2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1446159223&sr=8-1&keywords=capezio+pink+transition" target="_blank"> tights</a>, technique <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Performance-Split-Sole-Slipper-SCP6PNK7-5-European/dp/B001GBJ7TM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1446159267&sr=8-1&keywords=grishko+ballet+shoes" target="_blank">shoes</a>, and even a fancy<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eurotard-Camille-Portrait-Leotard-44818/dp/B00NEWCG8K/ref=sr_1_20?ie=UTF8&qid=1446159350&sr=8-20&keywords=eurotard+leotard+women" target="_blank"> leotard</a> that I have been <a href="http://rheumaticprincess.blogspot.com/2013/02/state-of-very-small-ballet-related.html" target="_blank">eyeballing for three straight years</a> (for the record it makes me feel a bit naked, but oh well.) Mmm... new dance clothes. So good.<br />
I had to order stuff using my husband's Amazon Prime account (I am not going to pay for shipping, guys) and just told him not to look at the invoice because he would be horrified to see what ballet clothes and women's underwear (which I also bought) actually cost. I swear. He can go down to Target and buy a pack of boxers for $5, but I buy one bra and it's practically the event of the season. Sheesh.<br />
I am out of class today because my something-or-other has folded in on itself (I have no idea. It was badly diagnosed as a kidney stone 9 years ago, but it sure as heck ain't) so I am in just enough pain to be slightly delusional. Shoot. I'd much rather be dancing.<br />
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I'm looking for a new job. A big-girl job doing boring office work. I have precisely zero experience and I won't give up dancing in the evenings unless you physically threaten my family, so I am running up against a few obstacles. Something will work out. It has to. Because if not, and I am stuck living in this apartment with these asshole neighbors? I will probably snap and kill someone. You will see me on the news. It won't be pretty. I'm fairly certain pointe shoes with rice bags in the toes count as deadly weapons.I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-35196038844299130612015-10-19T23:31:00.000-07:002015-10-19T23:31:21.111-07:00There Can Be Only One!Yet another new student with my name. It's starting to get a little ridiculous. There are more of us at the studio than there are Katies or Susans, now. It all gets very confusing and our teacher has to try yelling corrections with last initials attached. Like in elementary school when the teacher called on "Jennifer G." or "Sara B."<br />
BUT I'M THE ONLY REAL ONE. No, really. Because I'm the only one not named after a Disney princess.<br />
I bet there are going to be a shit-ton of Elsas in ten years...I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-84270962473225421732015-10-16T20:27:00.000-07:002015-10-16T20:27:37.217-07:00Becoming What You HateSo. I'm one of those people, now. You know <i>THOSE</i> people. The people<a href="http://rheumaticprincess.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-shoes-are-killing-my-spirit.html" target="_blank"> I couldn't stand back when I was in beginning ballet </a>class twice a week. The more advanced dancer who is taking the level 1-2 class for unfathomable reasons, taking up valuable space in an overcrowded studio, and the worst is yet to come... <i>wearing pointe shoes</i>. UGH. Four years ago I could NOT understand those people. Those people made no sense to me. They were operating on some set of rules that didn't work in my brain. Now? I am those people. Why? Because, due to scheduling and health restrictions I am stuck taking the most overcrowded 1-2 class once a week just to get my class number up high enough to qualify for the more advanced stuff. And why am I wearing pointes? <i>Because this class goes really freaking slow, guys</i>. I might as well get some of the strength back in my arches while I am doing painfully slow tendus at the barre. I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-36773929717413703702015-09-24T21:46:00.000-07:002015-09-24T21:49:16.548-07:00back en pointe and it feels s̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ like I'm dyingNo, actually, it was fine. My ankles are in need of some serious work, and I have to figure out how to move my feet while they are encased in cinder blocks again, but it went better than I expected. I even kept my shoes on for the entire hour. I talked to my teacher about changing my schedule around, and while it'll mean more evenings of commuting/washing tights it will also mean I have a little extra energy for pointe. I also got the go-ahead to wear pointes at barre in any class I take. I may try that eventually, but for now I am just trying to get back in to the swing of things.<br />
So, here I am, after five months off pointe and a summer spent mostly working with very few dancing interludes. After a solid vacation, a bit of perspective shifting (you know the <a href="http://cdfdata.fire.ca.gov/incidents/incidents_details_info?incident_id=1221" target="_blank">Butte fire</a>? I have family up there) and a wretched RA flare (over now) I am feeling positive about ballet again and am ready to feel graceful again (as much as I ever do...)<br />
You know what the best part is? I now get to watch one of my regular classes as an outsider. It's really remarkable how lovely and beautiful everyone looks when they're moving, something you rarely get to experience while taking the class yourself. No one has a perfect body, or flawless technique, or 180* turnout, but they all looked so pretty anyway, turning across the floor.<br />
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<br />I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-14291664859771367822015-09-23T19:16:00.000-07:002015-09-23T19:16:33.115-07:00The Closest I Get to Dancing on VacationA lot of people go on a vacation or other road trips and consider it a perfect time to try out the local dance studio class offerings. I ... do not. This is as close as I get to dancing on vacation:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-25074790590098496162015-09-07T01:04:00.000-07:002015-09-07T01:04:14.320-07:00This is What All Ballet Portraits Should Look LikeI mean... weightless grands jetes and perfectly curved arches are nice and all... but come on:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-81533427544612470482015-08-30T21:02:00.000-07:002015-08-30T21:02:41.279-07:00F this SI'm in such a ballet funk. I really just don't want to go at all, right now. It has been a few months since work and life permitted regular twice-a-week class attendance, and I haven't taken pointe since May. And now that time is opening up? I just don't wanna! I am doing it because without ballet I am considerably less mobile and in a whole lot more pain. I'm just not enjoying myself at all.<br />
One of the issues is that a new teacher has taken over two of my regular classes. And he's great, don't get me wrong. But it's different. Every teacher has a different style, and he isn't giving me the same experience that I have grown to expect and find comforting. He's teaching pointe, now, too, which makes me really hesitate to get back in to it. He really is a nice guy, and a good teacher, but...<br />
sigh...<br />
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PS: trying to apply steroids directly to my scalp is not my favorite part of rheumatism. Wait, RPrin, you have a favorite part? Hell yes. All the best people have rheumatism. Me, my sister... my cat... uh... Lady Gaga...I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-40662843378343419042015-08-19T15:20:00.000-07:002015-08-19T15:20:17.578-07:00'We feel dancey'“...fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.”
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-60880180432198098642015-08-05T19:53:00.000-07:002015-08-06T00:40:11.444-07:00Hardly Workin'I just worked eleven days in a row, mostly 11 hour per day. Because apparently it was someone's bright idea to build an entire show out of flimsy silken nothingness and no one planned on... you know... hiring people to put it together. My joints no longer function, but that's okay; my brain doesn't either.<br />
An incredible amount of the past two weeks of my life is in this picture:<br />
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and even though I pretty much despise every single one of these dresses, now, at least it is over and done with and my life can spiral slowly back to normal. Which apparently means binge-watching the entire fifth season of Downton Abbey in two days, but <i>whatever</i>.<br />
I took class last night. Apparently I have forgotten how my feet work.<br />
<br />I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-78825168752227453392015-07-14T13:24:00.000-07:002015-07-14T13:24:31.062-07:00Life HappensWhere have you been, RPrin? I have been either working 11 hours shifts on my days off or dealing with my poor cat (not the same one as last time), who had to have her eyeball removed this week after several weeks of vet visits, ultrasounds, x-rays, and other tests. Tonight I got to take class for the first time in a few weeks. It felt great! Whew! Got to get back on the ballet train, girl.<br />
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Often, in class, a song will remind me of nothing so strongly as the ancient computer game (which I played for hours and hours on my Dad's then state of the art Atari ST, so you know we are talking more than a few years ago)<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemmings_%28video_game%29" target="_blank"> Lemmings.</a> You can still <a href="http://www.elizium.nu/scripts/lemmings/" target="_blank">play this ridiculousness online</a>, but without the tinny practically-arranged-for-ballet-class classical music accompaniment. So it hardly counts. <br />
Which probably leads to the question "why are class arrangements so bloody awful and plunky?" the answer to which is "because it's way easier to hear the timing that way"<br />
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<br />I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-6870936895547282662015-06-10T22:54:00.000-07:002015-06-10T22:54:25.397-07:00Wherein I Complain a LotSo. How's the ol' dance world going? Over here I've just been overwhelmed and stressed out for a few solid months, but my part in the recital preparation is complete, so I feel a little lighter emotionally. Of course... now the people I have turned it over to are doing strange things like sewing hot pink trim on to my carefully constructed flame orange dress and trimming meticulously created white skirts in wrinkly grey ribbons... but you just have to learn to let it go. I guess.<br />
I can damn near see the whole floor in my sewing room, now! So many bedraggled old tutus have finally left my presence. It's sublime. <br />
While struggling through this year's miasma of sewing, design, and actual dancing, I stopped attending my regular pointe classes. It was just too much to deal with all at once. I have decided, I think, that I just can't do two and a half solid hours of intense cardio. It's exhausting, and not in a good way. There are not enough spoons in my proverbial drawer. There is a problem, though. I mean aside from the feeling of defeat at not being able to do this incredible thing I busted my ass to achieve. I know I am the first person in the entire history of the world to say this but... I am pretty sure my poor feet would feel 100% less awful right now if I was taking pointe again. Isn't that ridiculous? But it's true! My arches aren't getting stretched the right way, my muscles aren't as strong so they don't support me as well. The whole thing is infuriating, to be honest. I WANT to do pointe. I ENJOY it (for some reason?). But it also makes me <i>feel</i> better. Dancing, in general, helps my pain levels and joint mobility so much. I never notice<i> how </i>much until I don't do it for a while.<br />
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In other dance related news: I have just discovered these crazy floating Russian dalek dancers, and while they are the least exciting dance troupe you have ever seen they are mesmerizing and amazing and put one in mind of beautifully creepy automata like the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L12a_NpQp3c" target="_blank">Schloss Hellbrunn mechanical theater</a>. I imagine there are lots of interesting steampunk possibilities, here. Also, I want to know how they do that, because I totes want to pull off that little party trick:<br />
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I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-90275149299791242932015-06-02T16:07:00.000-07:002015-06-02T23:49:31.189-07:00I don't evenAlmost without question within the next few years my husband and I will have to move and settle in an obnoxious suburb that neither of us is particularly excited about. A family thing, we don't have a lot of say in it. Unless we win the lottery, I guess.<br />
Anyway. We were discussing it last week, after I had just walked in the door from class and was sweaty and disheveled. The husband mentioned how annoying and inconvenient it would be, commuting from the aforementioned suburb to his job, at least a 45 minute drive even when there isn't any commute traffic. And he said this: "but you could just take your ballet classes at the community college".<br />
I hardly even knew what to say! I am pretty sure that any dancers reading this immediately understand the horror I felt. Are you KIDDING me? You don't give up reading because you moved next door to a movie theater!I Will Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14519325562537426936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852598541290842468.post-20057807832283567532015-05-21T11:02:00.000-07:002015-05-21T11:02:04.349-07:00I Call This One "Somebody Else can Press the Damn Skirt"More Peau D'ane. Maybe? For her moon or stars dress? Who knows. This is another "here, take this tutu and this thrift store <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=salwar+kameez&biw=1024&bih=609&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=xBxeVbb-DYG5ogTum4LQCQ&sqi=2&ved=0CCgQsAQ" target="_blank">salwar kameez </a>and make it a Cinderella dress"<br />
I refrained from making another lace-up <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=swiss+waist&biw=1024&bih=609&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=KRxeVcajBYzvoATf2oCYBA&sqi=2&ved=0CB0QsAQ#imgrc=_" target="_blank">Swiss waist</a>, but only because I don't want another teenager to hate me. ONE IS ENOUGH.<br />
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