I’m lying on my back in my living room, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if I’m ok or injured – nano-seconds earlier I was stood in my kitchen. What. A. Twat! What an utter twat!
I’d been practicing my rumba turns to try and sharpen them up – my rope spin, is at times ropey, so you know socks, shiny floor, great music why wouldn’t you … fucking disaster!
… I manage to keep the 360° turn tight and start to settle and … lose my balance, unable to unwrap my feet, I reach out to try and steady myself, but find nothing but air, falling through the doorway to the living room, scraping my tit on the doorframe on the way, akin to Del Boy falling through the bar.
So here I lie prostrate on the floor with bruised and scraped tit.
Today I competed in my first dance competition, ballroom at that, not Latin, which is what I’ve been focussing on more over the very short two years I’ve been dancing.
My dance teacher has put me straight in at Silver Medal level despite having not done that medal test, nor indeed Continue reading My First Ballroom Competition
Today is my 30th anniversary of being seizure free. It’s a strange and weirdly emotional thing to say.
Most years I let go by with barely a flicker of acknowledgment, but this year I thought I would mark the milestone and spend it with some amazing people. Continue reading 30 Years of Being Seizure Free
In less than a month I’m competing in my first ballroom competition. Like what the hell??!! I never thought that would ever happen ~ and to be honest I still have doubts that it will. But if it does, I need to be prepared ~ and that means dress, makeup and hair, on top of all the steps that I’m struggling to remember.
The thing is, my day-to-day makeup skills are limited, let alone competition-out-there makeup, so I thought I’d get some help … so I booked a makeup tutorial at MAC in Covent Garden, with an amazing lady called Claire.
For 2hrs she “worked on me”; taught me: how to put glitter on my eyes and not in my eyes; how to put on and more importantly what’s the difference between contouring, blusher and highlighter (stuff); and weird shit like you must put foundation on your ears also, as they go red when when you’re hot … who knew?!
I’m not sure whether it’s strong enough, nor whether I’ll be able to replicate it, but it was great to get some tips and be pampered for 2hrs. Definitely would recommend.
I’m so excited to be back in the Ballroom and more specifically at the Rivoli ballroom social again. I missed February as my friends were getting married – don’t get me wrong, that was most excellent, but it did leave a big-old-gap between Rivoli visits. However, that did also mean that I was as excited as a child at Christmas before this visit.
There were a good few of the regulars there thankfully – so I managed to spend nearly all of the 4+hrs dancing ~ sweaty fun!
My dance teacher has suggested that I enter my first dance competition in the beginning of April and with that comes the need for a proper dress, all flowy and floaty, with those tasselly lengths of material hanging from your wrists, covered in boat-load crystals.
But these things are made to measure ~ these things have built in bust-cups and panties (!!) … Continue reading Being Measured … From Front to Back..!
My social life seems to have gone a bit crazy again with nights having to be double-stacked. Last night was a quick drink with a friend followed by a double dance class, tonight is a private dance lesson followed by the once-a-month Distraction Club. I always end up missing the first 40mins of DC, as I have to head back into Town from Westbourne Park – but I wont miss dance. Continue reading Distraction Club, Prefaced by Dancing