It was fun tonight and a real hot, sweaty workout!
And now I need to start working out the choreography for my number in a show I'm in February 12 and 13. I'm using Cole Porter's "Love for Sale" as the music. I thought it was funny and ironic: "Appetizing young love for sale..." I'm using Shirley MacLaine's character Charity and Giuiletta Masina's character Cabiria as my inspirations. You know, shopworn angels, hookers with hearts of gold.
I meant to tell you that my recent radio interview went well. I think the hosts were a little surprised when I showed up in full burlesque costume, but what's a girl to do? It was funny to see people at the radio station looking in the booth while the show was on the air, trying to figure out who on earth the dame with the pink feather boa was! When the show's archived in a few days, I'll post the link here. Heath, Steve and K8: if you're reading, you are all dolls, and thanks so much for having me on!
And I've got to get everything ready for a special Valentine's Day photo shoot. Darling readers, I have a brand new piece of FURNITURE to ride for you!
Sweet dreams now!
Showing posts with label Stripper dance class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stripper dance class. Show all posts
Just back from stripper dance class!
We had a substitute teacher tonight, Miss Crystal, because Chi-Chi has an out-of-town engagement tonight! Break a leg, honey, and don't violate any local ordinances! It was a fun class, lots of working on "traveling," my favorite part of burlesque. I actually worked up a sweat. It's cold and rainy tonight, so now I'm brewing myself a cup of tea while dashing off a few lines to you, darling readers.
Thank you for all the positive responses and sweet notes about the new photos I put up Sunday on my flickr! If you haven't had a chance to see them all yet, follow the link in the blog side bar to a whole new set. And yes: I have another session scheduled for next weekend. Please take the poll or drop me a note if you have requests!
I was thinking, I wish you could smell my photos. Granny P is quite a connoisseur of fine perfume. I love perfume in the same way other people love fine wine, and I'm just about as persnickety about it. As with wine, my taste in perfumes runs to the classic French houses, because, having a French mother and grandmother, that's just how I was raised. I always really consider what perfume I will wear in a photo shoot to get me in the proper mood. During the shoot I just uploaded, I smelled like a sweet little white frosted cake! I was wearing Bal à Versailles (Jean Desprez) perfume and I was dusted with Chantilly powder.
The French believe a woman's perfume should match her age, hair color and complexion -- did you know that? When I was a little girl, I couldn't wait to become old enough to wear Shalimar (Guerlain), but a Parisian believes it shouldn't be worn by those under the age of thirty, and is a fragrance for brunettes. It's what my mother, who was raven-haired, wore. And then I grew up to be a blond! Zut! Alors, I just went ahead and made Shalimar my own anyway. (Chanel No. 5 or No. 22 would have been the proper Parisian recommendation for me.) I normally smell like Shalimar, Tabu powder and lipstick. And sometimes a little guilty cigarette smoke and leather or fur mixed in.
And did you know that people who love perfume and wear it daily and have a signature scent generally also really love sex? Well, that's what the French say, anyway! And they say that if you're wearing leopard print, it means you want to get laid! C'est drôle, n'est-ce pas?
Sweet dreams! I'm off to drink my tea!
Thank you for all the positive responses and sweet notes about the new photos I put up Sunday on my flickr! If you haven't had a chance to see them all yet, follow the link in the blog side bar to a whole new set. And yes: I have another session scheduled for next weekend. Please take the poll or drop me a note if you have requests!
I was thinking, I wish you could smell my photos. Granny P is quite a connoisseur of fine perfume. I love perfume in the same way other people love fine wine, and I'm just about as persnickety about it. As with wine, my taste in perfumes runs to the classic French houses, because, having a French mother and grandmother, that's just how I was raised. I always really consider what perfume I will wear in a photo shoot to get me in the proper mood. During the shoot I just uploaded, I smelled like a sweet little white frosted cake! I was wearing Bal à Versailles (Jean Desprez) perfume and I was dusted with Chantilly powder.
The French believe a woman's perfume should match her age, hair color and complexion -- did you know that? When I was a little girl, I couldn't wait to become old enough to wear Shalimar (Guerlain), but a Parisian believes it shouldn't be worn by those under the age of thirty, and is a fragrance for brunettes. It's what my mother, who was raven-haired, wore. And then I grew up to be a blond! Zut! Alors, I just went ahead and made Shalimar my own anyway. (Chanel No. 5 or No. 22 would have been the proper Parisian recommendation for me.) I normally smell like Shalimar, Tabu powder and lipstick. And sometimes a little guilty cigarette smoke and leather or fur mixed in.
And did you know that people who love perfume and wear it daily and have a signature scent generally also really love sex? Well, that's what the French say, anyway! And they say that if you're wearing leopard print, it means you want to get laid! C'est drôle, n'est-ce pas?
Sweet dreams! I'm off to drink my tea!
Back from stripper dance class.
And I'm tired and need a hot bath! I got a kink in my right butt cheek while executing an Ann-Margret-getting-out-of-chair move after some sitting leg work. Ow! I think I better go find the Epsom salts!
We worked with a man's button-down shirt tonight in class. I thought how romantic it would have been if I were actually working with the shirt of un amant, all nicely scented up by him, as opposed to the one I ran by Goodwill to pick up on the way to class since I didn't have a man's white shirt lying around my house today. The shirt I got was nice and evidently abandoned at the dry cleaner's -- clean, with tags stapled in it, steam-pressed, lightly starched. It did the job, but ... (sigh). It was hardly as sexy wearing it to do burlesque in as it would have been to wear a special someone's shirt and remembering running around wearing it and nothing else, bare-legged and bare-footed, the morning after a mad fling, trying to find my panties.
I have yards of fringe and fishnets in the RIT dye bath, and the new costume I'm working on for next weekend's shoot should be finished tomorrow. I'm getting excited as Saturday approaches. And a package containing two new pairs of stockings arrived this afternoon!
Darling readers, you have but two days left to vote in the poll (see right sidebar) about what Granny Panty should pose with next or to send me a message if you have any special requests!
Sweet dreams, sweeties!
We worked with a man's button-down shirt tonight in class. I thought how romantic it would have been if I were actually working with the shirt of un amant, all nicely scented up by him, as opposed to the one I ran by Goodwill to pick up on the way to class since I didn't have a man's white shirt lying around my house today. The shirt I got was nice and evidently abandoned at the dry cleaner's -- clean, with tags stapled in it, steam-pressed, lightly starched. It did the job, but ... (sigh). It was hardly as sexy wearing it to do burlesque in as it would have been to wear a special someone's shirt and remembering running around wearing it and nothing else, bare-legged and bare-footed, the morning after a mad fling, trying to find my panties.
I have yards of fringe and fishnets in the RIT dye bath, and the new costume I'm working on for next weekend's shoot should be finished tomorrow. I'm getting excited as Saturday approaches. And a package containing two new pairs of stockings arrived this afternoon!
Darling readers, you have but two days left to vote in the poll (see right sidebar) about what Granny Panty should pose with next or to send me a message if you have any special requests!
Sweet dreams, sweeties!
Just back from stripper class.
Which, as usual, was loads of fun. I love my teacher, Chi-Chi, and tonight she brought along another of the burlesque artists in her troupe. Did I tell you Chi-Chi is a Betty Page-type, with dark hair and black eyes and red lipstick? And that she always wears really high-heeled patent pumps?
My problem in burlesque class is that I am naturally more of a jazz dancer, and the way I normally tend to move is more à la Bob Fosse. Chi-Chi says that's not a bad thing. I just tend to want to move more like the dancers in the "Hey Big Spender" number in Sweet Charity than, say, Tempest Storm. I particularly like the "walking" part of burlesque, the double-steps and "Ann-Margret" moves, for instance.
But I learned something sad tonight, since we were working with boas. Evidently my boas are undernourished. They're not robust enough to properly do the really fun moves teasingly enough, because they don't give me enough coverage! Granny's boas are inadequate :( I guess I'm going to have to take up a collection -- or else I know what much of my first-of-the-month check is going for in October! Poor skinny little boas of mine, good only for photographs, not for burlesque!
I'm doing GREAT with the long gloves, however. I have learned so many fun new ways to take them off that I would never have come up with myself! You take the first one off with a certain set of conventions, but with the second one -- well! All bets are off and the ante is UP! You have to top what you did with the first one.
And guess what we're doing next week? I can hardly wait! Chair work, and then, men's button-down shirts! Yippee!
Granny's bad hip is hurting tonight from all the bumping and grinding, so she's going to take a hot bath and then, off to bed. Sweet dreams to you!
But I learned something sad tonight, since we were working with boas. Evidently my boas are undernourished. They're not robust enough to properly do the really fun moves teasingly enough, because they don't give me enough coverage! Granny's boas are inadequate :( I guess I'm going to have to take up a collection -- or else I know what much of my first-of-the-month check is going for in October! Poor skinny little boas of mine, good only for photographs, not for burlesque!
I'm doing GREAT with the long gloves, however. I have learned so many fun new ways to take them off that I would never have come up with myself! You take the first one off with a certain set of conventions, but with the second one -- well! All bets are off and the ante is UP! You have to top what you did with the first one.
And guess what we're doing next week? I can hardly wait! Chair work, and then, men's button-down shirts! Yippee!
Granny's bad hip is hurting tonight from all the bumping and grinding, so she's going to take a hot bath and then, off to bed. Sweet dreams to you!
Just back from stripper dance class!
My teacher, Chi-Chi, is cute and a really great young teacher and I had a good time. But I got a cramp in my left side during one of the poses. We worked with long gloves tonight, which I really enjoy. (Did you know that in classic burlesque, the arm, hand and long glove techniques are meant to express what you'd do with your hands and a man's you-know-what?) Next week it's boas! Granny's gonna take a nice hot bath now and call it a day.
Looks like I'll be able to do another photo shoot over the upcoming three-day weekend! I'm still processing last weekend's shoot, but I'll continue to upload pictures to my flickr as I finish cropping them.
Nighty-night, all!
Looks like I'll be able to do another photo shoot over the upcoming three-day weekend! I'm still processing last weekend's shoot, but I'll continue to upload pictures to my flickr as I finish cropping them.
Nighty-night, all!
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