I'm particularly excited about my workshop with Michelle Manx. I really love her fusion of pin-up style and vintage glamour, as I am a dancer who likes a bit of cheek in her shimmy. And really, who wouldn't want to take a class with someone who dresses like this?
At the very least I intend to reap some costume inspiration!
The highlight for us at Gothla is performing at the open stage on Saturday night, and this year is no exception. It's just C and I, as R is thoroughly tied up with her baby twins (rumours that she is already training them to play zills and doumbek respectively are wholly unfounded) and will be a spectator this year.
The choreography we've put together is, though I says it as shouldn't, flipping awesome. The chosen track is sleazy, steamy, Southern style rock with a supernatural twist, and we have had a whole lot of fun making the moves match.
We're mid-costuming at the moment, and my house is full of fabric in tones of mud and swamp, cowries, disassembled jewellery and Jack Daniels miniatures. Fortunately no chicken feet. Those are C's problem!
I'm also richer to the tune of one wig, bought for about as much as it's worth (ie not much) and dubbed Cousin It because of how much it freaks out the dog. It's in need of a lot of work before it can hit the stage!
|Apparently it looks like I stole it from Tina Turner's dressing room...|