Showing posts with label Cabaret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cabaret. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Let's get busy



It's been a whirlwind of a weekend, all lovely stuff.




Bright brights to combat the winter gloom.


On Friday night, I went out to a cabaret evening to celebrate the birthdays of two friends, Sue and Chris.


Trace and Sue.
Sue, Joanne and me.
Chris and Trace.
 
 
I tried to take a few photos but most were horribly blurred, so you will just have to imagine the tap-dancing turkeys, drunk Santa in a shopping trolley, and the fire juggling.
 
 
 
This is Sister Ruth the flatulent nun on her mobility piano, and the rocking band who finished the evening. I was a bit jealous of all the jiving, lindy-hopping folk tearing up the dance floor. 
 




Saturday;

my sister and her partner arrived for the rest of the weekend.

We took in a jumble sale (which was crap), went into town to do a last bit of Christmas shopping, had coffee, enjoyed the lights, and went out for a delicious dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant.




That's my sister with the girls, posing with a strange pirate figure. It's obviously a genetic thing, we can't help pulling faces.

Then back to ours for more beers and karaoke, hurray!
 
 
 
Seldom Seen Kid refused to participate. 
Most of the photos aren't fit to be seen, but the girls loved it, when they could wrest the microphones off the adults...
 
 
 


Sunday;
 
auntie and uncle were kind enough to take the kids out to the park, while Other Half slept off his hangover, and I cooked a big roast dinner and the best apple crumble ever. 
No really - it was.

We put the tree up this evening, scrabbled around doing last minute homework, waved goodbye to our lovely family, and I have been wrapping presents since the kids went to bed.

I'm knackered!
But it's been great.
 
 


1960s Tom Jones for California maxi dress - vintage fair
Cardigan and bangle - charity shops
Boots - Ebay
Brooch - gift from my-angel-is-a-centrefold Sarah 
 
 
If you haven't already seen it, check out the marvellous Melanie's post here featuring the December edition of her online magazine Vogoff.
 
You may recognise some of the contributors.
It's absolutely fabulous, darlings!
 

Hope you have had a successful weekend, whatever you've been up to!

   xxxx



Monday, 9 July 2012

Willkommen Bienvenue Welcome

It's been a dull wet Monday.

I needed something to cheer myself up.


 So what would you do if you found these in a charity shop?



Fishnet seamed tights and a rather moth-eaten old bowler hat.

Isn't it obvious?



You would ignore the pile of ironing, the vacuuming, and the endless other domestic chores of doom, and spend the afternoon dressing up as Sally Bowles.

Don't pretend you wouldn't.







I hadn't seen the 1972 film of Cabaret for years, but stumbled across it on TV a while back and stayed up past my bed time to watch it. I had forgotten what a fabulous film it is. And I'm not really a big fan of musicals (apart from Grease!)





I think I like it because it's a musical where the songs occur naturally, since it is set in a cabaret club.
And it's political, sexy, and oh so stylish.

Much like myself....



Velvet longline waistcoat, shorts, fishnets, shoe boots, bowler hat, bangles and beads - all charity shopped; false eyelashes - Ebay






Somebody invite me to a fancy dress party, for God's sake. Or a Sing-along-a-Cabaret!






These ridicilously huge tranny false eyelashes were last seen here. I am definitely a drag queen trapped in a real woman's body.



 I think that's another reason why I like Cabaret - the styling of the dancers in the Kit Kat Club isn't pretty-pretty, they look quite masculine and tranny-esque, sexy but a bit scary...

Much like myself...

That's a joke, by the way. I'm not sure whether it's always clear when I'm joking...






So I heartily recommend ditching your chores, charity-shopping/thrifting something crazy, and spending an afternoon recreating an iconic look. For no other reason other than that you can.


Really, you can.

Divine decadence, darlings!
 



And if anyone from the PTA is looking...



...that isn't me.