Yes, almost like the movie. There will be feathers, point shoes, glitter and …MYSELF ! Sorry but Nathalie Portman couldn’t make it so I had to fill in for her !

You’re probably wondering what i am talking about, huh ? I am talking about a dance project i am currently working on. The idea is to create a solo number starting from ballet dancing and evolving  into solo blues movements. It is kinda like a miniature story of my life and it is most of all a perfect excuse to use the amazing outfit i bought in Japan. I totally started the project backward by finding the costume first :

- A beautiful BALLESQUE (ballet/burlesque) leotard !

And then decided to create a dance number around it.

So i took my good old torture instrument (point shoes) and pimped them out with rhinestones to match the leotard

So here is a sneak peek at the costume, cause that’s all i have so far.

Just a quick look on last week end’s adventure. This is what we live for as lindy hoppers, some moments like that were everybody is in the mood.

Here is the GNSH saturday jam !

Despite the hard wood floor, all of us worked our ass off and had a lot of fun !

Have you ever heard of it ? I dunno the equivalent in English but in French those 3 little words describe a situation that becomes funnier each time it repeats itself.So let me explain to you what i mean with an example.

Last month, Thomas and I were staying at our host’s house in Goteborg for a swing workshop. We were all getting ready for the dance, making ourselves pretty and having some drinks… It was like in the christmas movies…having a little glue wine with roasted almonds,cat sleeping in the living room as it is snowing outside… Yes,it was perfect until Thomas reached in his suitcase to get some socks … Not only were they strangely wet, they also not so surprisingly smelled like cat pee…Despite thomas’s obvious anger, I thought the situation was rather amusing consider that the day before,he was laughing about a similar experience that had happened to me at summer camp a year before.

So as you can imagine according to this very post title, the same thing did happen another time. Only that we were now drinking beer (instead of glue wine) and for the fact that it was raining outside (instead of snowing)cause we were in Belgium. As Tommy grabs his dancing shoes, all pimped out to go out dancing, he wonders why they are holding liquid.

Could it rain inside the house??? Most likely not….it was as clear as maths :

cat in the house + no luck + strange but yet familiar smell = another gift from mother nature.

As much as I was annoyed for him, I must admit that his lack of luck with cats’s vessels was still amusing me a little. That was until we got back from classes on Sunday.You know I had been cautious and had closed the bedroom door to make sure those evil cats couldn’t attack my belongings. It would definitely have made a whole lot of a difference if I had checked the cats were outside the bedroom before locking them in! Can’t blame the kitties for creating a swimming pool in my suitcase…I would have been bored too, locked in the same room for 8 hours.

End of the story, I think people call it faith. I learned my lesson and will not laugh at somebody’s misery anymore or at least not as much!

Thomas 2 – Alice 2 .We are now even when it comes to this.