Susan Senator

I know this is boring to everyone, but here I go anyway. It beats making dinner.

I sewed ALL of my costumes! I fixed every single one that was tearing, and I even tailored a few to fit better. I now have eleven wearable cossies! Plus I Dryel-ed or washed them so that they are really clean. I hung them all on nice hangers and suspended them from my bed tester. They look so beautiful hanging there! I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. These are the kind of things I always wanted, my entire life. I thought only ballerinas or princesses had such things. My own prom dresses were not even as nice — Gunne Saxe, remember those? The only thing the magnificence of the cossies compares to is my wedding dress, and how it felt to wear that. It had been my mom’s, so of course it was classy and elegant, like her. But — perhaps it could have been a little more tarty, like me! Some bows and whatnot.

I never dreamed that such a world actually existed as Bellydanceville and that I could legitimately wear such things! I never imagined I would actually think I was good enough to dance like those other women. But sometimes — I do.

I feel I must be such a weirdo to you all, but this is one of my favorite things in the entire world: glittery colorful costumes and the unga-potchke music that goes with it! It feels like a guilty pleasure, for some reason, which makes it all the sweeter.