26 Jun 2014

Kicking up our heels

Some of you think that it's the bright lights, the sparkly clothes, and the gorgeous moves that motivate us when we're dancing with our Burlicious troupe. Many of you recognise that a big part of the incentive is watching women blossom and grow in confidence class by class, week by week. Whilst all of this is true, the bit that isn't always appreciated by those of you who can't be there is that the whole thing is also enormous fun.

Last night was a joy. I returned from a week away to see an appreciable advance in our showgirls' handling of our latest routine. That was magical.

And then we had the added bonus of teaching two leg moves that are a teeny bit tricky to master. The "leg over the back of a chair whilst sitting on it facing backwards" manoeuvre is a demanding little blighter to do in a corset without looking like a sack of laundry.

The "kicky cross-over legs while leaning on the chair seat" thing is an absolute hoot. Done badly, it's Morecombe and Wise doing "Bring me Sunshine". Done well, it's a cheeky, flicky, little lissomness of legs. 

We laughed until the top end of my corset gave way.


Yours, just loving our nights with our showgirls,

Burlicious x

12 Jun 2014

A treasure trove for titivators

We Burlicious three went to the Sparkly Bra Pixie’s nest for a recycle, re-use and up-glamourise session this week. Clutching an old crystal chandelier, a river of ribbons, some corsets to beautify and our retired boas (those feathers age surprisingly quickly in our gentle hands and a droopy, ragged boa is no use to anyone), we settled down in the Pixie’s craft lair to work our magic.

Ah, the fun you can have with an industrial glue gun, acres of haberdashery, a magpie gleam in the eye and a “more is more” approach to a showgirl outfit. Yes, there was a dicey moment when the bread board and the glue gun became attached to each other, but it's much more entertaining doing this sort of stuff with one's partners in stilettos than it is doing it alone at home. 

Feather bustles, fascinators, pimped corsets and frou-frou'ed lingerie rolled off the production line. It was like Blue Peter for the frivolous grown up. 

Is this what they meant in those 1950's "How to be the perfect housewife" guides about being a frugal homemaker? 

Yours, still removing the feathers from the nether regions,

Burlicious x

5 Jun 2014

Crisp and delectable

At the risk of sounding as if we have just been engaged to write descriptions to put on supermarket packs of perfectly familiar fruit and vegetables (anyone who shops at Waitrose will know what we mean), we think that this is a fair description of how our new routine is starting to look.

Responding to our delicate instructions (bellows of "WAIT for it!" and "right, left, arm and STROKE!" from me at the front of the class and the Sparkly Bra Pixie at the back) our showgirls are starting to make a very nice job of this little number. Mind you, we would love to know what the punters at the bus stop outside make of our repeated shouts of "BOB!" and " Car...ess...".

We must sound positively steamy and quite possibly illegal.

Ah well, they say that all publicity is good publicity, don't they? Speaking of which, do pop over to our Show and Tell page to catch the interview that our insurers made of us to help promote their business. Forgive the voluptuous Jules for her smiley silence. She had a terrible tummy upset on the day and we decided that it would be better if she didn't have a little mike attached to her corset to pick up her every gurgle and broadcast it to the world!

Yours, tripping the light fantastic,

Burlicious x




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