Dance has always been an important part of my life. The house I grew up in had a beautiful polished wood lounge room floor large enough for parties. And in the post-war years my parents loved to party! It was here I actually witnessed my parents doing the Jitterbug…
That lounge was also the setting for my post-traditional ballet attempts at improvised dance, heavily influenced by Kate Bush… In my later teen years I was preoccupied with going to dances. I loved inhabiting the dimly lit, smoky halls in my mini-skirt… I met my first boyfriend and my first husband at a dance. The dances I grooved to were not ballroom dances – I have difficulty remembering my left and right, though I can fake a waltz and a foxtrot with an experienced (and forgiving) partner!
Belly dance entered my life along with re-enacting and I loved that I didn’t have to worry about which side was which. I also loved that I felt graceful and sexy despite being curvaceous. I danced in public and in private, for other people, for lovers and for myself. The links below are to posts I made after I found a little drawing I did of myself doing ‘floorwork’ in a state of joyous nakedness.
This is a collection in the making of joyous, sensual and sexy dances done by all sorts of people.
Mum enjoyed dancing. She danced beautifully with the groom at my niece’s wedding, although I didn’t get the best moments as I hadn’t pressed the record button properly. More recently she demonstrated her memory of the Mambo – pretty good for a 90 year old with a damaged lung and Dementia!