Heh, I'm luckier than I know, despite my worries about this upcoming performance: at least nothing's caught on fire.
I was speaking this afternoon to another friend who is also dancing in this show, but in a different troupe.
She was sewing her costume yesterday(a much more complicated affair than my own)when she laid down her work and left the room where her sewing machine sits.
Distracted with other tasks in her house, she forgot about her sewing until she heard a whirr as her sewing machine started up by itself. And then she suddenly smelled a horrible electrical burning smell. She rushed through her house, following her nose back to her sewing machine which was busy gouting out tall flames.
She grabbed it and ran with it, throwing it out her front door onto the sidewalk where it died a dismal short-circuiting death.
"It was rather unnerving...", she told me. I should say!
(I remember once I put a stick of incense in a frog-shaped wicker planter and left it. The peat moss in the planter smouldered and caught fire (there's a safety tip, boys and girls... the Irish in me should have realized peat moss burns) and soon nothing was left of my planter except the marbles of the planter frog's eyeballs and a horrid lingering smell. If I hadn't luckily left the thing sitting on top of the metal washing machine, it probably would have burned a whole lot more. I remember that unnerved feeling quite clearly.)
Susan's not sure what went wrong.It was certainly unsettling behaviour from a small, previously trustworthy appliance. Is it all part of an encompassing whammy: Curse of the Unprepared Belly-Dancers perhaps?
After I shared my own dancing woes (suddenly feeling they are less dramatic in nature),she told me that her group had chucked their planned second dance recently because it simply wasn't ready either. A distinct parallel to my own group's decision---to chuck or not to chuck?
I say again: at least nothing's on fire.
9 comments:
"peat moss burns"! I should say so!
Come to think of it, when rocks were soft, I stuck glowing incense sticks in my plant pots; I guess I watered the plants enough, as nothing caught fire. Or even glowed...
L.
"Nothing's on fire".... a metaphor for the lacklustre committment of certain dancing troupe members, perhaps?
I'm rooting for you, Spider. I know you'll dance with grace and precision, even if the routine is sparsely populated and chaotic. :D
Maybe you should set your recalcintrant troupe members on fire! No, wait.. the expresion is "Set a fire under them". Nah, go with the first statement, you'll get results faster.
Don't forget that alcohol cures all problems, especially fear. =)
grant- alcohol BURNS too!
I just left the comment "this sucks all the way around" on the previous post. Apparently, it didn't. Having random appliances burst into flame for no particularly discernable reason would indeed have made it suck more.
Whatever the group decides ~ to dance the second dance or not ~ do it proudly.
I (well, my boy) almost burned down our house dying eggs for the family's kiddos on Easter. He forgot about them and we ran to the store. We immediately ran back home when he realized he left the oven on.
The house was filled with black smoke and smelled LOVELY!!
Yikes! I'm off to go unplug my sewing machine upstairs imediately.
You'll do fabulous I'm sure.
Wow! Good thing she was home to toss it out the front door before it burned more than her dress!
Post a Comment