And also, unrelated, I just mastered my new sewing machine.
BRAGAGA is in 25 days and there's much to do costume wise to prepare. I'll be undergoing 5 costume changes and I'm pretty much making all 5 costumes from scratch. I bought a sewing machine and tonight I got down to business. Earlier today I got pattern paper from Mood and felt very Project Runway. Then with the HBO TV movie Temple Grandin in the background I did something I haven't done since middle school - I drew. With a pencil. On paper. Then I cut. And pinned. And then after staring at the sewing machine manual for what seemed like an hour, it finally clicked and I started sewing.
Oh, and I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. (PS I won't be posting pics because if you want to see the costumes you have to COME TO BRAGAGA)
Is this what it was like in the olden days when women were only good for cooking and sewing? What joy! I am so into the whole housewife thing but I don't really want the husband or the kids. So I guess I just want to be unemployed and somehow not broke but able to sew and cook to my heart's content.
But back to dancing.
I love to dance and surprisingly, I used to be really embarrassed for anyone to see me do it. All through high school I only danced in the privacy of my bedroom because I thought my moves were lame and not black enough. (Not being "black enough" is a recurring theme from childhood to be discussed in subsequent blog posts and probably therapy for the rest of my life) My family made fun of me frequently saying I had no rhythm and I'm a natural klutz so I kept my dancing private. Once we were all doing the Tootsie Roll and everyone else did the butterfly part so well and my legs just wouldn't move like that and hahaha there's Brandy trying again.
I did theater through my teens so I did dancing then and I would do silly dances with my friends but I never really busted a move because I didn't think I was good enough. Then college came and I was around people who had no idea about my lame moves. My first night out on the town was at this incredibly awful club in Athens called AMF but at the time they let 18 year olds in and looked the other way when said 18 year olds placed their orders for a few rounds of some Sex On The Beach. I was with some girls from my hall who would eventually become my best friends but at the time they were strangers. Strangers who had yet to make fun of my voice or anything else about me. In fact, they were strangers who thought I was the cool one. So we went to AMF and I danced for the first time in front of other people. The Vengaboys song We Like To Party was the current jam du jour on the Athens club scene and I rocked it out to every line and found that I didn't give a shit who thought I looked stupid. I was having fun and that's what mattered. To me at least.
So now I dance. I still don't have the best moves. But I have my moves. And if there's good music playing I will bring those moves out until it stops. And then I'll put on my iPod and dance some more. I dance at my desk sometimes, I dance when I walk down the street. When the music moves a betch, it moves a betch.
In kind of related and kind of not news: I looked at my top 25 played songs on my iTunes and it's all Lady Gaga with the exception of Hard by Rihanna and Million Dollar Bill by Whitney.
I just can't stop being obsessed. #Oops.
(Get hip with the trending # - it's getting to a point that with some of my friends, one in particular, our convos consist of nothing but #this and #that. And guess what? #iloveit)
Oh....my family STILL makes fun of my dancing. But I do it anyway. You only live once and I think you should dance for as much of that life as possible.
