Ah, the irresistible shimmering lure of a sequinned or
beaded garment. Oh, the delight of seeing little flashes of light darting off
your curves as you strut about deliciously. And, oh, the predictable downside of the
chafing and scratching of sequins against tender Showgirl skin.
Here’s a thing - we can put a man on the moon; we can talk
to someone on the far side of the world using a gadget smaller than one
of those coy decorated tampon boxes that women used to carry in their handbag; and
yet we can’t invent a non-scratchy sequin. Really? Something’s clearly gone wrong
somewhere in the management of the world's priorities.
Here at Burlicious Towers, we need a live-in wardrobe
mistress – someone who will scour the world for knickers that fit; who will
tirelessly sew sparkly bits onto our outfits (it’s the magpie in us, we
can’t help ourselves, we MUST have them!); and who will lovingly edge our
sequinned stuff with ribbon so we can dance without being shredded.
Honestly, you have no idea how we sacrifice ourselves for
our art! J
Yours, seduced by the twinkle in a sequin's eye, Burlicious x
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