Happy Thursday, blog! I didn’t really intend to blog every day this week but apparently “I got something to say!” Here I am dressed up for the ballet Saturday night. A little Urban Decay eyeshadow; a little false eyelash action, hair in a bun and an attempt to do side-swept bangs, although of course my bangs rebelled by sweeping in the opposite direction I wanted them to. I wonder if I’ll ever get this “doing my hair” thing down. No wonder I love wigs so much!

Mildly tacky, slightly blurry reflection-in-the-bedroom-mirror shot. Sometimes setting up the tripod takes so much effort.

I had Josh take this picture of me outside the house, since I knew by the time we drove to the ballet it would be dark. I wore a dress I ordered from a junior-sized company last year and hadn’t been able to fit into until just recently, the silver glitter stockings I’ve had for years, and the silver glitter shoes I bought at “Petticoat Junction” years ago. I was inspired by this documentary when choosing my outfit.

Josh told me to do some “ballet moves”, so this is what I came up with.

The dress coordinated perfectly with my bright blue pea coat. I have to say, I felt pretty cute that night. We don’t dress up in fancy clothes and go out nearly often enough.

On the way to the ballet. It’s always kind of a shock to see Mount Rainier LOOMING over the I-5 like that.

Later on, stuck in traffic. I couldn’t resist taking a shot of the spectacular sunset–no photo editing required!

Josh posing inside the Pacific Northwest Ballet. It was his idea, spontaneously one night, to buy us tickets to the ballet. He said he’d been wanting to buy us tickets for years and decided not to wait any longer! I tried talking him out of it (“For the price of those tickets I could buy two pairs of shoes,” I grumbled), but I’m glad he ignored me. It was very romantic!

We sat up in the balcony, and I don’t have the best eyesight in the world (even with contacts in), so I was hoping the Canon A610 with it’s amazing zoom feature would capture some of the details for me. WRONG! All of my photos turned out blurry. It’s a shame, too, because I suspect the men in the tartan skirts were pretty hawt.

The ballet consisted of three half an hour shows choreographed by the famous choreographer Twyla Tharpe. They had three separate themes, and the costumes were done by three different designers. The first show–the tartans and bright colors–was designed my pal Isaac Mizrahi. I wasn’t familiar with the second designer, but the third was Oscar De La Renta, and from what I could see they were ethereal-looking gowns with sparkle accents and fluttery flared skirts. I felt very constricted in my no-stretch minidress and immediately wanted a flowing skirt after watching the ballet. I’ve always been attracted to ballet clothing–leotards, tights, even legwarmers!

There were two intermissions, and during the first one we left our seats to get a snack. We shared a crumbly brownie and Josh had a beer; I had a blood orange-flavored Pellegrino. Seems like I’ve been drinking a fair amount of those lately.

I really don’t ever wear short skirts anymore, so I felt a smidge self-conscious, but I figure if the tights are opaque enough it doesn’t really “count” as a short skirt. Anyway LOOK AT THAT SPARKLE. Mesmerizing.

Josh said he felt a little sleepy during the second act, which was set in Dust Bowl times with rather drab costumes. We both perked up for the final act, “Nine Songs by Frank Sinatra”, featuring some pretty steamy dances. We noticed in our ballet programs that several of the dancers within the company have hooked up, married and are breeding! Little ballet babies, mawwwww.

Speaking of babies, tomorrow I am having a procedure done which will hopefully knock me up, so if you are reading this and you care about me, send good vibes my way, or a prayer, or light a candle, or even write a nice comment, that would make me feel goo–oooood.