Monday, August 30, 2010

Tango del Diablo

A month ago or so I drug Tim to a tango event at the Player's Club put on by Dances of Vice. A friend of mine from FIT is now one of their performers (Tango and Burlesque) and I hardly need an excuse to whip up a pretty dress and go somewhere random. So we went. And I made Tim buy suspenders and a fat tie (it was 30's brazilian themed) but he said no to the straw boater (probably for the best). The evening began with a free tango lesson- which we promptly failed out of- and continued with professional demonstrations. My friend Lydia is below dancing with her friend Roberto. If you look closely you can see me in the far left corner by the stairs, jaw dropped in awe of her grace, having just slid and tripped my way from the dunce corner of the free lesson back to the bar.

Here are some still shots of the Player's Club (used to be a men's only) and the inhabitants within. Some more graceful than others.

Tim's suspenders. Cleans up nice doesn't he?

The back of a 4 hour dress (silk jersey).

The front-ish of a 4 hour dress.

Free tango debacle

Also, one of the instructors gave a performance with his partner and although the video is very dark, it is worth a watch if you have never seen two men tango. Because it is two men tangoing.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Fate of my Alpaca Goods.

Pablo, whom you have all heard about, loves yarn. This is of course, a bit of a pain since I happen to be hiding cones and skeins in every crevice of my apartment so my husband does not cart me off to the nut house. Pablo can sniff out wool and alpaca quicker than a drug dog can sniff out cocaine and he discovers my hidey holes with the greatest of delight- meowing in triumph, rubbing his head all over his prize and actively destroying the careful winding of the skein with full-mouthed bites. Naturally I try my best to keep him away from such delicacies, but sometimes he outsmarts me.

Yesterday as I was unpacking from my trip upstate I pulled out a bag of alpaca goods (yarn, socks, gloves, and a scarf) purchased from the alpaca farm that we love so dearly and placed it on top of my pattern making table. Pablo is not the best jumper (no surprises there) and cannot get up on the pattern making table. Usually. Yesterday he managed to push out the chair for my knitting machine, climb OVER the knitting machine up on the table, rip open the bag of alpaca goods and pull every single item out! Clearly he had hit the jack pot. I am sure he couldn't believe his luck, the bastard.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Oh dear.

It has recently been brought to my attention that I have several dedicated readers whom I have unknowingly been disappointing with my slackness. In lieu of a real post about a wonderful trip I just (finally) returned from after 6 canceled flights-I will distract and delight those dear friends whom are still trying to Keep Up. Enjoy:

Images and insanity courtesy of USAir and ScooterKnits (click on the link for more images). Now, back to my glass of wine.