Seahorse balls & Long Blacks

It's been a long while since I've blogged a blog, dropped a few lines on this dead thing...just haven't had the energy/time between all the "rockstar" back up dancing & DJ gigs or the 400 hours of reception work I've been doing!!
I'll start off by saying my back up dancing gigs for Jade Leonard went down a treat, the first performance at Pinkaliscious second birthday bash and the second at St Kilda Pride March. My colleagues and I felt like novelty Marilyn Monroes at a theme park with the constant camera attention.
http://www.myspace.com/jadeleonardmusic

My previous two DJ gigs were mixed.. the first one management and security obviously couldn't handle my thugness.
Despite getting forcefully removed against my will at one gig, we had great feedback & our co-ordinating outfits are continuing strongly.


My dream life has been just as colourful, the other evening I had a whooper, I was at a seaside party and a strange fisherman had kindly given me freezer bags full of seahorse mince. I knew my mother would appreciate a homemade treat so I made her meatballs from seahorse and seaweed, I froze them and kept them under my pillow for a rainy day... or until I saw my mother later that afternoon at my grandmother's house. Meanwhile, my grandmother was getting my father to taste test her new honey custard which she was perfecting for Christmas day.

Anyway.... I must be off and finish my stove top long black in my kitty cat mug, I have a New Zealander coming to crash on my couch sooooooon!!!

Bye.

Going to the Chapel

Last night I had a dream that it was my planned wedding day and my mother had decorated her house and backyard for it.
Everyone was invited but the problem was the person she had arranged for me to marry was actually engaged to someone else. How embarassment.
I had to then text everyone to let them know that the wedding was postponed (until I found someone else to marry) but my mother never gave me the guest list so I was just guessing who was invited... errgh..
I'm sure if my mum had her way she would arrange my marriage.

Self Medicate

Hello,
here I am once again sick at home with some sort of mutant flu/period pain/throat infection fever like hell diesease AGAIN! Lucky I know the deal to avoid doctors at all costs (I hate doctors), I self medicate like a bawss.
I mustered up the energy to leave the house today and bought myself
1 drinking coconut http://www.coconutresearchcenter.org/
raspberries
peaches
avocado
and fresh bread..

a spoonful of Manuka honey and I should be right as rain tomorrow! I've finally watched Requiem for a Dream and now I'm seeing my self medicating routine in flashes and split screens.

On a good note, over the weekend my friends and I performed for the second time backing up the lovely Jade Leonard as the Camp Camp Revolution Dance Troupe at Pride March. It was a very proud and sparkling day (until I piked and was a sicky).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71lLRW4f2-A <--- there's Jade being jazzy..
Speaking of performances, Brooklyn Queenz will be djing again so there is another excuse for me to wear a costume and get paid for having fun.

CTFO

First of all to start off this entry I hope you all had a very merry Ludacrismas & an enjoyble yet disappointing New Year's eve.
I know mine was, well.. at least it was lovely up until a dreadful glittery boob fest I attended against my will post countdown. I entered 20 (legs) 11 in the most fed up grumpy biatch way ever, cursing, crying and falling asleep home alone at 3am!
Before the point inwhich I went insane I had made up a motto for the new year, Chill the Fuck Out... Which I do need to do a lot more, stop getting irratated and unecessarily upset over tiny things in life. I wrote it on my knuckles, I fist bumped it throughout the night.. yet I didn't stick by it for longer than a few hours, hopefully it can follow me for the rest of the year.

JANUARY PLANS:
Just to stop myself waffling on about my unpleasantness in generally I want to share with you some exciting plans for January.

11th Jan- Brooklyn Queenz are djing somewhere in the city, (faux) Versace clad and dazzlingly orange for the occasion.

And... I plan to have a few dinner parties, eat more cheese, drink more wine and live the very few spare hours to the fullest!
Oh I've also totally lost my lust to write, I want it back.

Kicks n Corsets

The idea of a singing modern day burlesque troupe has been poorly executed by The Pussycat Dolls (only one member actually can sing) but I have big ideas to start a burlesque femcee troupe. Kicks and corsets is what jumped out of my friend's (Ran-D one half of The Jump Rope) mouth the other day over coffee when I was sharing burlesque class stories, seems we were on the same page. It's perfectly wedged between my two style obsessions... (no pasties sorry),and I think it would be cool to spit a mean verse posed upside down on a folding chair.
Tricks, kicks AND CORSETS.

The world of burlesque is associated with old music, vintage costumes and cutesy/cheeky persona attached, it would be interesting to put a hardcore "bitch" spin on it and maybe cut out some of those "Oopsy doopsy I just popped" faces.

Of course props to Kim for absolutely mincing a track in an air constricting corset and a suffocating wig (it's like a ballet concert all over again! I can feel the itching!) She's truly committed to a costume.

Oh and I didn't even go into the gory details of burlesque, after my first lesson my thighs were painted with hardcore bruises, I looked like a street fighter and quite frankly I enjoyed it.
So... wouldn't that just make the whole thing more "gangsta"?

kidding kidding... bruises are not an upside to the art.

GREEN MEANS GO, YELLOW MEANS SLOW, RED MEANS STOP NOW DROP NOW ROLL

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JA-MAKIN-ME-CRAYZAY

Pucci Pucci POO!

Hi, not usual that I blogfash but I'm excited by my recent find! Early 60's Emilio Pucci, cotton PLAYSUIT aka Jayne Mansfield takes a bloody vacation!
When Something fits like a glove and matches your French vintage bikinis (and you have a pool party the following day) ... you can't really say no!
What do you think?






It was a lovely sunny day in Williamstown, spent the afternoon post work with my darling sister and we had a ball drooling over beautiful vintage clothes and bitching. My Pucci just topped it off!!
p.s. Bruises on my thighs are from Burlesque CLASSES... to be in next blog