Friday night the lovely S.G. accompanied me to the International Women's Week Cabaret of Monologues by Sarasvati Productions. The piece was comprised of one woman vignettes that spanned cultures and time but focused on Manitoban women. A Sals waitress contemplated how much better her life would be if she moved to the grand city of *Toronto*. A German war bride comforted her unborn child in the cold winter of 1945. A young Filipino girl flew to Canada to join her Mother after eight Christmases and Birthdays apart. The most memorable was Nellie McClung come back from the dead for the first NHL hockey game of the "Suffra-Jets", sure that after all this time Winnipeg women would have conquered everything down to contact sports and the line to the ladies room.
Appropriately S.G. and I followed this with a girls night of peppermint tea and dreaming dreams.
Saturday night was the third annual Spay-ghetti dinner (with no balls) fundraiser for the Craig Street Cats! This selfless Wolesley organization traps, spays & neuters and releases wild strays as well as adopting out kittens and providing medical needs. The dinner was a plate of pasta, salad and a bun. The pasta wasn't terribly appetizing but in a surprising culinary twist the salad was delicious. The cupcakes that followed for dessert were to die for. However the absolute best part of the evening was the after dinner show!
The Prairie Caravan Tribal Bellydance Troupe is utterly phenomenal. I've seen them dance once before and both times they've made me dance in my seat and go "I want to do that!" Their brightly coloured costumes and sensuous control of their bodies is spellbinding to watch. I now have this pressing desire to learn how to belly dance. If, as a student, I currently lack both time and funds, well ... we'll just have to get creative.
Sunday night after work I had a photoshoot with the very talent Brad Mazur. I picked an outfit that I haven't had the chance to dance in yet, including gold star stick on pasties. For the record, stick on pasties are terrible. They fall off and leave red, angry patterns on your skin. I'm going to have to start making my own. But back to the shoot. Brad played around with lighting and shadow as well as the effect of candlelight. I played around in gold sparkly shoes and admired the effect of gold sparkly shoes. Despite that the shoot was a great success! I'm still just starting out on this crazy path of Burlesque but even last year I wouldn't have thought that small triumphs like this (see photos) would be possible for me. They spur me on to reach for the (Old Hollywood) stars!
If you missed either of these awesome events this year you can look forward to them next year, and I promise more photoshoots are in the works. ;)
Saucily yours,
Miss Scarlet
