Homemade Christmas is Coming
…and it is starting to look delicious. I’d tell you all about it, but it’d ruin the surprise. More anon festive revellers. Watch this space.
The Salon Project : A Night to Remember
I attended a piece of installation theatre. It was spectatorship and cultural commentary and fancy dress all rolled in one. It was fabulous. Probably best to start with how I found myself here and what happened when I arrived. ~ Dressed, pinned and cinched the other members of Jonquil and I assembled at a very … Continue reading
Make Something [Festive &] Beautiful
Wait, it’s mid- November? When did that happen? Dearie me I am behind. With pretty much everything. Including all the stuff normal people do all the time. Like wash my hair. And buy vegetables. Oh well. Onward and upward dear readers! [just pretend it’s a time warp I guess. that’s what I do] ~~~~~~~ Thirty … Continue reading
The Salon Project: Dressing the Set
I attended a piece of installation theater encompassing spectatorship, cultural commentary and camp costume party. It was fabulous. If you like you can start with how I found myself here. ~ When I’d booked my ticket to this fancy-dress-party masquerading as theater-cum-installation I’d been assigned to group Jonquil. The girl on the box office phone … Continue reading
The Salon Project: Anticipation
The Salon Project was the most interesting performance I’ve experienced in years. It had about as much to do with traditional theater as parkour does with ballet. Maverick, enticing and entirely topsy-turvy, the evening was devised to explore and interpret the Parisian Salon culture of the late 19th & early 20th Centuries. Learned, liberal folk … Continue reading
Annabel Lee & a plate
Fall is in full swing round these parts. Something about autumn feels super crafty and homespun and charmingly rustic. If there were orchards, I’d be pickin’ and bobbin’ with the best of them. Sadly, there are not. No home-made candy apples for me this year. Instead, with a relatively free afternoon, I decided to do … Continue reading
Jennie, I’ve got your number
When I was little, I thought I knew how to count. The numbers went 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 6 7 5 3 0 9. I was a child of the eighties. And a small enough child I didn’t know Tommy Tutone was singing about a phone number. Sigh, such innocence. (Incidentally, … Continue reading
Que Sera Sara? 