Pressure, part one

I have been asked to dance in a professional show (!!!!) along with a handful of my fellow classmates.  It's in conjunction with a weekend workshop hosted by my teacher's troupe, with the actual workshop being instructed by a dancer who is internationally known.  Aaack.  This is kind of a big deal.  Aack again.

Being asked was a very nifty lil' boost to my confidence though - what a great feeling (They like me, they really like me!).  Now, on to rehearsals and costume planning - yay!

Sun! Glorious Golden Sun!

Oh, Mr. Sun...This Christmas holiday has been so unusually sunny for BC...(sighs contentedly).  Here's hoping that it stick around for a while.  But...

It also reminds me that British Columbia is as beautiful as is it because we get so much rain.  My brief stint of living in Calgary several years ago made me blissfully thankful for all those dark, rainy days.  Yes, those rainy days often bring on the blues (or sometimes even the mean reds) for many of us, but the rain also brings us the lush, vibrant green trees, grass, the beautiful fragrant flowers...okay, so I do complain a lot when my hair becomes a massive unruly frizzball.  So I spend more time in my polka-dotted rain boots than is fashionable acceptable.  And I do suffer from the aforementioned blues (and more often, the mean reds) when the lack of Vitamin D becomes a bit much.  BUT the few sunny days like this are so much more worth it, when in all the sun's brilliance we see the stunning colours of British Columbia, and I have the rare opportunity to do my morning yoga in the giant sunbeam streaming through my living room window.  (Sighs contentedly once more)

Namaste. 

Dress Appropriately?

The office Christmas party is tonight. I have a dress. But it's the bridesmaid dress I wore for my brother's wedding on the beach in Cuba last June. It is a lovely dark blue, gorgeous material and the style is very flattering on me- a little toooo flattering. Which was perfectly fine while standing on the beach in flip flops with the sun shining gloriously down. But it's so low cut that the idea of wearing it to a party with my co-workers suddenly seems like a not-so-great idea.

Working in a reasonably conservative office environment, I try to stick to dressing on the safe side for our Christmas parties. I think some lovely decolletage is a great accessory to a fancy outfit, but around my colleagues I feel a little self concious. What to do??

I could wear the same dress as last year (gasp! Faux pas alert!), a gorgeous black silk boat-neck number that is charmingly Audrey-esque. Would anyone notice? Maybe. Do I care? Not sure. Switching things up by adding my pretty silver knit shrug, different shoes, stockings and accesories may do the trick.

Or I could be that girl who wore "that dress" at this year's office party...hee hee hee!


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FEAR, part deux

Took a stab at dancing solo last night - my mouth felt like sawdust and i think my lips were stuck to my teeth the entire time, a la Fire Marshall bill (okay, maybe not that bad!).  The choreography is from a teacher I took classes with last winter.  It's crazy fast, for me anyway, but so beautifully delicate and upbeat at the same time.

As soon as I have time (whenever that happens!) I have to attempt to choreograph something myself ( this would be FEAR, part trois).  I have all these little combos that run through my head everytime I listen to a song and all these great songs I want to dance to.  I don't really know where to begin, but a fellow dancer told me to just start with the first 8 counts of the song and build from there.  Sounds easy enough, right?  Right?  Right...  :P

FEAR

There's an Alfred Hitchcock movie going on outside my office window right now...here's hoping I don't get pecked to death on the way to my car. :S





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Fa la la la...f@#k!

The Christmas melancholy is setting in...walking around in a daze wondering what to buy for whom, when I will have time to buy it, blah blah blah...last year I was so organized that the bitterness never came.  This year I am so busy, so INSANELY busy, that those old feelings of disenchantment towards "Consume-mas" are in full swing.

I would love to make some delightfully thoughtful gifts, a la Martha, but...it's that damn time thing - dance rehearsals for the Winter Hafla this Saturday, studying and homework for the yoga teacher training (3 more months to go...), and of course that pesky 9-5 job.  AND finishing off the thank-you cards for the wedding (must get those out this week), organizing my dance costumes for Saturday, etc.etc.etc. 

Here's hoping that next year, I will have LOADS of precious time to make cookies, candies and scarves (oh, my!) for all those people on my Christmas list. This year, it's gonna be gift cards and store bought goodies, terribly impersonal, I know, but it is a temporary fix.  I figure my loved ones will appreciate that I am just preserving my sanity, and that all that celebrating we will do together (because I am making time for that!) means so much more that anything we could buy each other.

Off to do more yoga homework!  Namaste.

Back at it!!!

So I started my blog an entire year ago, got one whole entry in and then promptly forgot about it.  Then just a few days ago, I stumbled onto the blog of a writer and bellydancer in Vancouver and was reminded of my own, so here I am.  Enjoy.