24 May 2013

Horses for courses, clotheses for poses

We had Lady Marmalade as our routine of choice this week and the first bit of floor work for some of our lovely new showgirls. Hard on the stiletto heels of that learning experience came another - corsets, whilst delicious, are not very forgiving when bending.

Who would have thought, when sitting on the floor with one leg outstretched, that one's ankles and shins could be so completely out of reach? Suddenly there's a stark choice between reaching forward to stroke lovingly along the leg and... well, breathing.

Hats off to the Von Teeses of the world and their courage in the face of corset-wearing. We find it challenging enough to wear the steel-boned numbers when we're driving to class, sitting bolt upright at the wheel and breathing shallowly like a nervous Victorian governess.

This level of gorgeousness comes at a cost, you know.

Yours, planning a very unstructured outfit for our next class,

Burlicious x

16 May 2013

More ideas than brain

We're currently enjoying ourselves dancing to an old favourite - Lady Marmalade. It's a brilliantly unsubtle, sassy number, all hips and strutting.

The downside to dancing a routine that you're as comfortable with as an old bra, is that sometimes you forget it's there and suddenly find that you can't remember what step comes next. At least, that's what happens to me.

Or rather, what happens to me is that I find myself concentrating instead on our gorgeous showgirls - in all their enticing variety - and then I start thinking of moves that would look great with that perfect pair of legs, or that temptingly curved derriere, or those beautiful arms... and my brain fills itself up with future choreography...

... leaving not quite enough brain to pilot me through the next steps of the routine.

Sad really.

Still, I have a corset covered with silver sequins; we're dancing with a fabulous troupe of women; we're having a good time; and the hour's class flashes past. What could be better than that? Perfection is vastly overrated.

Yours, muddling through in nice outfits,

Burlicious x

2 May 2013

Less is not always more

The path to Burlicious Towers has been worn quite smooth this week as a series of delivery chaps has brought us goodies from afar. A bounty of boas and a flirtation of feather fans have been welcomed into our eclectic wardrobe.

In our dreams we would be going all Gipsy Rose Lee at this point and devising something delicious and demure with nothing more than a pair of full-length ostrich feather fans, a well-turned ankle, and a winning smile.

However, what we have acquired are more akin to starter fans, just 30cm long from handle to tip. With these, any hide and reveal move that we could craft would be less "hint and tease" and much more "here it all is, mate, ready or not".

Not really the look that we're after.

Mind you, our cunning plan is to see if we can use these pretty little fans to remake our fabulous parasol routine. Watch this space, showgirls. If this works a thing of great beauty will be coming your way... and this time, without the visit to A&E that the parasols threatened.

Yours, loving our new plumage,

Burlicious x




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