I've been feeling optimistic lately which has paid off. As I predicted, my calendar is filling up nicely for March. I have approximately 12 individual days free.
My love of dance means I'm often found leaping through the air at home and there's nothing nicer than listening to something lively while I choreograph myself from room to room. If I couldn't dance, I don't know how I'd ever feel cheerful again. Trying to impart this energy into the children I teach means that I put everything I have into getting them involved, and if that includes funny faces and exaggerated arm movements, then I'm all for it. As long as the children are having fun then they're learning a skill for life, and with a love and appreciation for music that will last their lifetimes.
My 'other' job is the photographic side of things. I'm so lucky to live so close to the centre of London, and it brought it home to me when I met someone at the recent M&S fitting, who'd travelled from Wales that day for it. I'd been cross with myself for getting off at the tube stop before the one I wanted which meant I'd been walking around for around 40 minutes trying to find the place. I couldn't imagine several hours on top of that dragging my costume bag and make-up brushes, not to the mention the cost of literally going across a country border for work.
On the same day as the M&S fitting I had booked myself onto a night shoot which was luckily, local. I plonked myself down on a bench which turned out not to extend to where I'd thought, and landed legs akimbo on the ground. Managed to get up with a laugh and imagined I'd done it, in the style of Madonna, straight up and on. Fair play to her, she went down a staircase and landed hard on her back. If she can front it out, so can I. (Was going to photoshop my face onto her body, but frankly, I don't have those calves, and this picture deserves one more outing...)
The night shoot included being shot against a green screen looking thrilled and cheering about something that wasn't there. I managed to swerve the part where I'd have had to stand under a rain machine for an hour, so I got home in record time, and bone dry. Result.
I'm off to reward myself now with some good old home cooking, as being out so much means I end up grabbing a sandwich here and there, which isn't healthy for anyone.
My love of dance means I'm often found leaping through the air at home and there's nothing nicer than listening to something lively while I choreograph myself from room to room. If I couldn't dance, I don't know how I'd ever feel cheerful again. Trying to impart this energy into the children I teach means that I put everything I have into getting them involved, and if that includes funny faces and exaggerated arm movements, then I'm all for it. As long as the children are having fun then they're learning a skill for life, and with a love and appreciation for music that will last their lifetimes.
My 'other' job is the photographic side of things. I'm so lucky to live so close to the centre of London, and it brought it home to me when I met someone at the recent M&S fitting, who'd travelled from Wales that day for it. I'd been cross with myself for getting off at the tube stop before the one I wanted which meant I'd been walking around for around 40 minutes trying to find the place. I couldn't imagine several hours on top of that dragging my costume bag and make-up brushes, not to the mention the cost of literally going across a country border for work.
On the same day as the M&S fitting I had booked myself onto a night shoot which was luckily, local. I plonked myself down on a bench which turned out not to extend to where I'd thought, and landed legs akimbo on the ground. Managed to get up with a laugh and imagined I'd done it, in the style of Madonna, straight up and on. Fair play to her, she went down a staircase and landed hard on her back. If she can front it out, so can I. (Was going to photoshop my face onto her body, but frankly, I don't have those calves, and this picture deserves one more outing...)
The night shoot included being shot against a green screen looking thrilled and cheering about something that wasn't there. I managed to swerve the part where I'd have had to stand under a rain machine for an hour, so I got home in record time, and bone dry. Result.
I'm off to reward myself now with some good old home cooking, as being out so much means I end up grabbing a sandwich here and there, which isn't healthy for anyone.
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