This spectacular number made me think of Mad Max. What ballet looks like after the apocalypse.
Month: March 2015
I’ll take an order of blue, green, pink and white, with a side order of chartreuse and sunlight
Pink magnolia blossoms set against a weeping willow that is chartreuse with new leaves. All of this about ready to burst open with the Seattle sunshine. Set against the blue backdrop of Lake Washington.
I know you think I am smoking the legal mj, but I swear to you this is what it looks like here. Shhh, don’t tell anybody!!
If the shoe fits…
I honestly have manners. Even if it sometimes seems that I don’t.
And I was taught to never be a braggart (only my closest bffs will get the irony in that).
But, really, there’s this thing in Italy. End of season sales.
My feet are really long and really narrow. As in, I wouldn’t go bowling as a teen because they printed the shoe size on the back of the outside of the shoe!!? I didn’t need that humiliation!
So, put the end of season sales together with my feet and you get (https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080804014738AAHSDM3)
There are two “end of season sales” periods in Italy:
– Winter sales on January;
– Summer sales on July.
Sales generally start on the first Saturday of these two months,
– Winter sales on January;
– Summer sales on July.
Sales generally start on the first Saturday of these two months,
but every region is different.
The last sentence in that quote is hilarious. Such an understatement.
But, anyhow, please excuse my excess, as pictured here. Shoes can be such a beautiful thing!
And once, when I was a teenager, and everything was magnified like by 100 (especially bodily defects), a salesclerk actually said to me, “well your foot wouldn’t be so big if your big toe wasn’t so long.” And I died a million deaths that day; to that dummy wherever she is, I say, take these shoes and shove them, I don’t work here anymore.”
Okay, about the manners part…it’s an ongoing process. A work in progress is what I like to think.
Paging Imelda Marcos, line 2.
One thousand words
March 8, 2015
Seattle, Washington, weeping willow branches with new growth shot from below
International Women’s Day (among other things)
Plié, relevé, plié, relevé, relevé …
I’m fine, why do you ask?
Pacific Northwest Ballet: you say Forsythe, I say forsythia!
The photo above and the copy below are takend from PNB’s website.
A William Forsythe triple threat, including two PNB premieres, presents distinctive works from a dance maker legendary for his radical inventiveness. Forsythe achieves perfect neo-classical form in The Vertiginous Thrill of Exactitude, a dizzy delight of refined technique and crystalline pointe work. A sampler of duets, individually re-worked for PNB, New Suite’s multiple pairings articulate a diversity of forms as well as matters between the sexes. In the Middle, Somewhat Elevated returns: endlessly prized by dancers and audiences, its relentless pace and fierce physicality serve as paradigm for Forsythe’s revolutionary impact on 21st-century ballet.
The forsythia pictures are from all over the place! It’s springtime people! Even if you are still shoveling snow in much of the USA! Spring is coming!
As long as we’re here anyway, let’s enjoy the ride with lots of spectacular dance!
Why am I?
Non chi sa.
And, if anybody tries to tell you that they know the answer as to “why” we all are, trust me,
they are fooling themselves.
It’s best not to let them fool you too.
People can draw conclusions and make educated (or fantasy) guesses, but one of the great mysteries of life is that truthfully we have no idea why we are here. I can live with that. I do every day.
Who am I?
Just a woman, made up of lights and darks and everything in between.
Simply a child of the universe, I’m actually quite uncomplicated.
get back, lauretta! 
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