I was watching a TV show last night in bed as I was trying to get sleepy called Little Miss Perfect. So weird. Kind of disturbing. No offense to the pageant people out there but I just don't get it. Even weirder was that the dance studio where I was a competitive dancer for years was featured on this show as "pageant choreographers" for this particular pageant in NC. What? Regardless of its bizarreness, seeing this TV show got me thinking about my own days on stage.
Yep, that's me....Dorothy.
Liza Manelli. The dress version of her and the pants version. I was jealous of the girls who got to wear the dresses....i was always too tall.
And here as a 40's big band dancer.
All of this took place 15 years ago but it seems just like yesterday. I miss that nervous feeling in my gut just before going on stage, the 2 minute costume changes, the fake eyelashes, the abundance of pantyhose...it was also the only time in my life I have ever had an excuse to wear BRIGHT RED lipstick. The reddest you could find.
Obsessing over...a lamp.
4 years ago