Who's Killing Them In the UK?

That'd be Trinity.

Who's Trinity? It's a combination of three dance companies Sobers & Godley, the all female company Simone Sobers Dance, and their male counterpart Project 44. We're on tour.

Originally I wanted to be writing more during this tour, but the wifi situation while we were in England ended up being bizarre and not one of us were able to get wifi on our American devices in the host family's house. The most fab gay couple opened their home to six, twenty-somethings and let us take over their bathroom, living room, and drink all their wine. They even let us stay despite the fact that we were inappropriate a majority of the time. Mmhmmm, that's nice. 

 Our first show of They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To went very well when we premiered it at the Zion Theater in Manchester. There were a whopping 10 people in attendance. Literally. And 9 of them hated it. Just kidding. All 10 were very impressed and they loved the evening length work choreographed by Sobers & Godley. After a wonderful performance that we all enjoyed doing, we wanted to paint the town red and enjoy Manchester. Instead we went back to the house on Stretford and ate, drank, and told naughty jokes with our new British friends :) 

Barcelona was fun too.

the rest is still UNwritten...

I Feel Pretty

I'd say that there are maybe 3 days a week when I actually try to look good. Meaning I do everything from putting together a stellar outfit, with shoes, to even adding a touch of makeup. The rest of the week I just throw on some jeans, or leggings, or sweatpants, a t-shirt, my shox and call it an ensemble.

I'm okay with that. I'm comfortable, and confident enough in myself that I can wear...whatever...and not be worried about how I look. I don't really care. Usually. But I won't lie, because there are some days when I just want to feel pretty.

Pretty. That dreaded word. What does it even mean? According to Princess' dictionary it means: attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful. I've changed my mind. I don't want to be pretty anymore. *rolls eyes* I'll work on feeling "truly beautiful"  But lets start of small. Feeling pretty will make you appear attractive to other people. Guaranteed. If I'm having a bad day, where I need a little extra confidence I wear something that makes me feel nice. Usually my confidence-boosting garment of choice is underwear. The sexier the better. And I'm talking the finest lingerie from Victoria's Secret – that no one gets to see but me. True story. I have an underwear fetish and I'm proud of it. Retail therapy? I buy new panties. Or heels. #FeedMyAddiction

The thing about pretty is feeling it yourself. When I feel pretty, I don't care what anyone else thinks. My friend was baffled that even if I'm wearing sweatpants and sneakers, chances are I'm wearing Victoria's Secret underneath. My underwear is pretty, even if my clothes are for comfort. And when I feel pretty, I'm confident. Another friend of mine just created a new workout site – The New Sexy. In one of her posts this week she talked about loving your body. That is important. It's the only body you've got; and even if you want to change some things, you're still stuck with the equipment issued. So why not dress it up? In a sexy accessory of choice.

You're only as pretty as you feel. (Right? That sounded good, let's stick with it) So I mean hey, buy yourself something nice. But by definition the word pretty is unworthy of everything I can be. I'll never be contained within just five letters. I will be: pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. Not merely pretty.


...the rest is still Unwritten