Plodding along nicely.

The last couple of weeks have thrown me some interesting adventures, some of them desirable, some not so, so I guess it all evens out pretty nicely in the end. I'm delighted to report that my fundraiser at Devilles was a great success, I had a wonderful time, saw some old friends, and raised enough money for my flights, and some pocket money to re-vamp my props and costumes for Sydney! Woohoo Spotlight here I come!

I finally came to the acceptance that being a burlesque dancer and a fairy isn't really conducive to paying rent, so, instead of getting myself a 'proper' job, I've decided to rent my room out, and live in the shed. Sounds a little like I've turned into an eye-twitchingly crazy lady who may start throwing cats at people before we know it, but in actual fact, I am a cubby-maker extraordinaire, and have actually made said shed into a very desirable living space! My lovely brother even gave me a whole bunch of insulation to put up, which brings me to my next adventure, which I like to call "Silly lady knows not of the dangers of fibreglass insulation, and procures hearty rash." AGHH! stupid stupid me. I have never known a rash so painful, I do NOT endorse that anyone try playing with insulation without some kind of full body protective suit. Believe me. It sucks.

So, on a more positive note, I am no longer performing at Belgian Beer Cafe once a month, which is actually quite happy for me, because there is only so much corporate whoring I can do before I start feeling the low moral. I'm looking ever forward to my tour in Sydney and Melbourne in October, and then, next year, overseas baby! yeah!!