Aside from some walking, last night I had the pleasure of dancing at the Princess Theatre dressed as a very large person, in a fat suit, with a leopard skin cardy, tartan high boots and a black skirt. My make up was decidedly gothic, and I felt like I was 14 all over again ( at least make-up wise ). I was soooooo knackered after the dance finished (I didn’t do it alone, we were a troupe of mothers from the dance school ) and also the last act of the night. I was still puffing many minutes afterwards. It’s hard carrying all that fake foam fat around.
I will post the official picture once I purchase it from the dance shop in town.
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