First up, finally back in class … again. I’m going to Chicago this week, so I’ll be doing Wednesday Class at home, then classes at the Joffrey on Friday, Sunday, and Monday (and possibly Saturday, depending on plans).

Today we used contretemps (which is a fun little transitional step) for directional changes in a zigzaggy combination. I got the contretemps down beforehand, but didn’t nail it in the combination (I was, predictably, overthinking it).

I worked it out in the grocery store after. The lady who was stocking the drinks aisle probably thinks I’m crazy, but, you know: priorities.

In other news, we wore our tutu outfits for Hallowe’en, because why not? We also wore them around to the Hallowe’en parties at the various day centers where Denis sees his clients and brought much joy to all and sundry 🙂

One of Denis’ friends from work finally got a decent full-length shot of us, as well, so here you go:

Our tribute to the Trocks!

I’ve dubbed us “Ballets Tropicanos de Louiscarlo.”

Please forgive my deplorable fifth 🙂

I feel like I should’ve gone all-out and done my makeup as well, but I didn’t know I was going til the last possible second, so I skipped it to save time.

In other news, I need a haircut, y’all. And Denis needs to get his shoulders down.

PS: The bodice, bolero, and tutu were all hand-made by Denis’ mom, Phyllis, and his aunt, Beverly.

They said that if anyone ever asks of they’d be willing to make another set, we should “tell them those ladies are dead.”

So mad props to all you costumery types out there who make (and maintain and repair) these for a living, because evidently tutus are a giant PITA.