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Cinderella Shoe Scene | Dutch National Ballet| Marquee TV

Two Gentlemen of Verona was darling. I've seen so many reditions of Cinderella, including a dirty seventies version, that I was certain I'd seen this. Wrong again, looks fab... My apologies, out of commission again... Ebay will be vacationing, feel free to shop my Amazon, Printer's STUDIO, and ZAZZLE shops though. 

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Jewels – 'Emeralds' first variation (George Balanchine; Beatriz Stix-Bru...

I know, as usual, I'm really not with it. Took me this long to see St. Petersburg's production. I liked it. You have to really like ballet for the dance, the costumes, and the music to enjoy this one. There is no story, so it's not a favorite, but the dancing is exceptional and worth the mention. Where are the saphires? I imagine Sherazade, (a bigger let down), silks and chiffon. The first part, Emeralds, is my favorite, especially the solo. The boys are spectacular though, no doubt. Not a critic. I liked it. Hooray for free Marquee TV. I'd watch AIDA, I swear, if I could make out the subtitles. 

Tales of Beatrix Potter

In case you've missed the original. I've had it on dvd for twenty-some years. The remake is not quite as good. It's still precious, but what makes the original better is the sets, the costumes, and the dancing in that order. Everything is cheap nowadays, made in China. It shows. Not complaining, glad they finally redid it. Just saying! The original is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen! 

Dreams 8/2

 The dreaming began with a cloth bound book missing its dust jacket. It was purple and had an old woman in an apron embossed in sparkling turquoise. She might've been a witch. She seemed to be dancing, her apron was caught up in the breeze. Beneath her two children crouched by a washtub. They looked Dutch by their wooden clogs. The girl had long braided pigtails. It might've been a book of fairy tales. 

  In the following dream I was in a cafeteria eating lunch with my friend, Rick. There was a dance coming up, and Rick seemed too thick to realize I wanted him to take me. Later, after the dance, we were leaving, and my grade school friend, Karen, was at the door. She wanted to talk to Rick who was disinterested. 

  The third dream began with me packing for a hiking trip. My backpack was very heavy, and I moved like a turtle due to the two hardback books, one my gigantic college Shakespeare book. I was wearing Mummy's thick brown parka. I'd gotten to an Asian woman's apartment where I opted to leave the Shakespeare and switch to her much lighter leather vest that was loaded with little zippered pockets up the sides. I slipped some pot into the bottom pocket on the left. She didn't seem very happy about the lending. I think her husband was going on the field trip with us. He looked very much like that count in France who murdered his entire family and skipped the country. He wore rose or amber colored sunglases, not sure which, they seemed to change. When I got on the bus it was already very crowded, the black pleather seats were mostly taken. My Aunt Judy was there, a woman in a tan jacket sat beside her. The spot next to my highschool English teacher, Chris, was free, but she had a little black satchel there. She smiled uncomfortably. I sat down adjacent to Aunt Judy and was chatting with her when I woke. 

Dancing With The Birds | Official Trailer | Netflix

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the feeling of going 2017, trailer - Skånes Dansteater - Ben Wright

Marquee TV has redeemed itself with me. It's not woke ass, it's jusr the limey Globe theater that has become intolerable. I've been there, too. Missed a jazz version of Macbeth for a Jack the Ripper tour in Whitechapel that never showed up. There was a sweet bus driver, who was worried about me, but I pity the fool. Looks like I didn't miss much. Anyways, after skipping all of the heinous Shakespearean productions, (Shakespeare was a dead beat dad, afterall), with their cheap paper bag costumes, first, I watched The Royal Ballet's Alice in Wonderland. At first I was put-off by the thirty-five-year-old Alice and tacky looking costumes. I was thinking this is going to be really dumb, but it wasn't. It was good. The Knave of Hearts was quite delectable. Then, I tried the Swedish, The Feeling of Going. I don't like opera, besides Pavarotti, but the music was wonderful. The dance was intriquing, too. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. Mr. Furry Pants and Toilet Paper Face were high points, but the lead and Sweet Voiced Devil were pretty charming, too. My attention span is getting shorter and shorter. It often takes me three days to watch a film. More often I give up within the first twenty minutes, learned not to waste time. But, I watched The Feeling of Going straight through. I'd love the soundtrack. The female lead sounded like a young Kate Bush. 

Clara and her Nutcracker

         

                                                   Clara & her Nutcracker
 

Merry and Bright

                                                              Merry & Bright
 

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Look to the Rainbow Original Art for Sale

 Look to the Rainbow

Dreams 1/10

Dreamt I was living in a big new house with my ex. It was like a beach house, very sunny and bright: full of windows and painted white. I was very sick and could not get out of bed, but he kept on hounding me, said it was a surprise. He seemed very nervous that I would not get up. Finally, I got up, belligerent. I had a cap on my head and a dark patterned little nightie on with spaghetti straps. I had nothing to put on, so I pulled an original Princess Leia white gown over my nightdress, (you could see the nightie through the cheap costume fabric), and stumbled down the gleaming marble stairs. First, I saw a ton of helium balloons, all colors. There were all kinds of people in the courtyard. I didn't know any of them. There were carnival type games and picnic tables set-up. An older woman asked my guest if I would be able to pass around a cheese tray. I made a face, and she backed away. My ex sat me down and a young blonde comedian began to go through her short skit, it ended with a joke about a rich lady, she had a name for them, rich bitches, something beginning with a he, but I can't recall. I tried to smile. When she was finished I heard her bragging to another woman that she can't believe she was paid a hundred dollars for that. My ex was talking to me, now, trying to encourage me to have fun, I suppose. I told him I was sick and didn't even know any of these people.