Liz Lingerie

Nov 10, 2006 15:39

Aaron came home last night and called out to find out where I was in the house.

"Up here!" I shouted. "In the family room! I'm dancing in my underwear!"

"Ooooh, really?" he cried, bounding up the stairs, only to skid to a disappointed halt in the doorway.

Well. I was dancing in my underwear. Is it my fault Elizabethan unmentionables involve more fabric than most people wear to work?

Why, you ask, was I dancing in my Renaissance skivvies? With my workshop coming up this weekend, I'd suddenly realized that this will be the first time I've danced in that getup. So I decided I'd better see how much the hoops impair my movement.

Not bad, really. And when you think about it, it shouldn't be impossible--they did it in the 16th century, after all. I've discovered it helps if I hold onto one of the top hoops for any moves that require hops or jumps--otherwise, I'm subjected to an allmighty jerk when, after I land, the hoops land. Oof.

Of course, that was just in my underwear. It will be interesting to see what happens when I'm decked out and laced into all 12 pounds of it.

costumes, renaissance dance, dance, elizerator

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