Eeebeedeebeedee....

I've been running around like a dancer with her bra cut off trying to get ready for the weekend. I juryrigged a costume for tomorrow night's performance. It's definitely different for around these parts, but probably not so very unique for the West Coast of the US. I even found a way to draw the eye to my abdominal movements. Hopefully, someone will take some good pictures.

Here's a quick description of the outfit: black fishnet croptop with full-length sleeves/gauntlets (yeah, it's a pair of pantyhose with my hands jammed through), penny-covered bra, tribal belt, bullet belt, black panel skirt, gold/black pants slit all the way up the length of the legs, and black and silver necklaces galore. I have faux henna tattoos on my abs and obliques. My hair will be up in a crazy updo courtesy of snowy_kathryn. It's not exactly a tribal look, and it certainly isn't cabaret. I'll be wielding my sword in a very different way from what I've seen in dance performance. I'm dragging my kung fu into this performance. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I think it looks pretty funky.

I'm being introduced as a fusion dancer, but I still expect the purists will have tizzy fits. I guess we shall see what Morocco thinks of it. I know that at the last workshop I attended with her, she made comments about dancers who used poor technique in their performance the night before. My technique should be fine--just very different.

I can't believe how much stuff I have to sell. I filled four suitcases already, and that's not including the tablecloths and fixtures. I hope I remembered everything!