Let me be my fantasy?

In truth, I dont seem to get to writing long pieces nowadays. Probably burnt myself out, given I’ve written nearly a century of them, but there is also, generally, the issue of time as well. Maybe I need a new challenge, and who knows, I might get to that some day sooner, or later?

What I have started doing recently though, over at one of the forums, is getting involved in what is termed a 55 word challenge. Basically, you write a short piece, of exactly 55 words, based on the prompt left by the previous person, and then leave one for the next person at the end. Its fun, or is when I have a prompt I can work with, and it doesnt take long, because its only 55 words. Probably spend as long checking I’ve got the word count right, as writing it!

So yes, here’s a treat for you, a short piece I’ve written, that beyond a few dozen people, no one has seen, or is likely to see. Yes, its playing to my kinks, but anyway, here it is…

“So Harlean, what would you like to be?” asked her Fairy Godmother, “Choice is entirely yours, just remember one thing, only one choice is permitted, then you have to live with outcome?”

Stay Yourself?
Shiny Robot?
Cute young flapper?
Fine Edwardian Lady?
Alien, with her own spacecraft?
Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

“I’ve decided, I’ll be…?”

Yes, I deliberately didnt take the choice in the story, so that people could decide on my choice for themselves. So what do you reckon my decision would/should be?

Stay Yourself?

No, you’re right, wouldnt be me to take this choice, even if I have to live with the decision for the rest of my life, lets face it, I’m going to go for one of those transformations!

Shiny Robot?

Lets face it, not so long ago, this would have been an absolute no contest, this would have been my pick. But now… Yes, it would probably still rank as favorite, but plenty of the others would be very tempting, I must admit.

Cute young flapper?

There probably is a critical factor on this one, to live, and have fun as a flapper, I would need to be cute, and young. Oh, and allowed to drink hooch, lol! Lets just say one thing, I’d make sure my investments in 1929 werent in stocks and shares! 😛

Fine Edwardian Lady?

I probably only included this because of my latest work in Blackpool, to be honest. Not that I would mind, as long as I was a fine lady, ideally with someone to tie me tightly into a corset! But no, I’d pass on that Transatlantic trip on the Titanic, lol!

Alien, with her own spacecraft?

Oh fine, this would be so much fun! Whizzing around, either in space, or around the Earth would just be so great. Especially as it seems humans quite enjoy aliens being a bit careless about being sighted, lol!

Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

Yes, again this is subject to be given suitable dancing skills, as well as youth! I guess this one pretty much comes down to just wanting to know what Clara Johnson’s life was like, I guess?

So, given a free choice, but a one off, you have to live with your decision call, which do you think I should choose? I’m pretty sure I’d want to try something new, given the chance, so staying myself isnt going to happen. I dont think the Edwardian Lady would top the list, but if offered the chance, as the only choice, I probably would! Of the others, absolutely no idea which I’d pick! If anyone wants to suggest here, on Facebook, or on Twitter, wherever you see this, give me a shout out!

Of course, I could always become a fine, French lady of the past, or the present, but thats a whole different story! 😉

Right, video time. I dont often put up this sort of music, but the title sort of fitted, so I rolled with it.

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Respectable clothing at 60?

Recently on Amazon, I saw a silk skirt that was described as long length, 20’s style, in silver. Fine, for me, that ticks all boxes, lets face it. And on receipt, I have to agree with everything but one tiny matter, the length! Maybe knee length (barely) was long for those daring young Flapper Girls in the 1920’s, but for me, at 60, when I see long length, I’m expecting at least calf, if not ankle, but anyway… Yes, as you’ve gathered, this long length skirt just about covers my knees when I’m standing up, and struggles to do so when sat down!

No, I’m not sending it back, as I say, its gorgeous, and a young cheerleader, or even a young Flapper would love it. But me, at 60, where it out, doing the flapper look, absolutely no chance! My legs may well be better than I believe they are (several have told me they are), but my knees arent a pretty sight due to surgical issues, so something this short, in public, no chance!

But what I was wondering, is what length do people regard as respectable for a woman of my age? Is flashing my knees, as a Flapper would, fine, or just the biggest no-no of all time? But what is OK? Just below the knee? Calf length? Ankle length? Is it just me being too modest, or am I wise not to wish like mutton dressed as lamb?

Before you ask, yes, I do wear dresses out that show some leg, from time to time. But I do make sure they’re safely below the knee, but now I’m wondering, is that just because I’m aware of the state of my knees, or is it just because I dont think its suitable for a 60 year old to wear? If anyone wants to advise before I pack for Seattle, feel free! Funnily enough, last year, I bought a dress on line that claimed to be calf length, but again, barely covered my knees, so never worn since. Yes, its pink, yes its gorgeously flapper, but for a woman of my age, wearing it out, my view is no!

But should it be that way?

Mind, thats not the only style of dress I love that i’m not brave enough to wear now. Lets ignore my crazy ‘leather’ skirt purchases, they are too short to wear out, but fine, I picked them up for virtually nothing, and they were fun to wear indoors once, but probably never again. But my leather trousers, should I really be avoiding them, just because of my age…?

And no, much though the idea of wearing latex clothing, especially a catsuit, might appeal to me, in my eyes, there is no way that a 60 year old should ever wear anything like that, so now I guess I never will. But is that the right attitude?

To be fair, there is one dear friend (Yes, Adriana, I mean you), who would happily convince me to dress up showgirl style, a la Clara Johnson without any thought whatsoever. And fine, maybe she’s right? Oh, and agreed, if I was talked into it, and no one else beyond close friends saw, I agree, it would be fun. But I can see her wanting me to go out, in showgirl mode, and have fun for an evening, but…is it the done thing?

So tell me, should I lighten up, and flash my knees (and maybe some body?), come what may, and just enjoy it, or am I wise keeping it at least relatively modest in look? What do you see as apt for a 60 year old? And no, as much as I would love to wear a Burqua just once, for the experience (and Muslim support), I hope you dont want me to go quite that far in cover up lol!

Right, video time. Being honest, these outfits are about as revealing as many that Clara had to wear, but these were seen on TV when children would have been watching! Oh those wild 70’s lol! But me, like Clara Johnson, dressed as a dancing queen, hmm?

Born too late, or is it too early?

One of the subject matters on one of the forums I visit this morning, was the matter of how AI is developing, and how it will lead in the next 50 years or so, to cybernetic/robot bodies for us to upgrade into, if we so wish, and lets face it, I would be one of those who would jump at the chance. And yes, thats what someone pointed out, saying that I had to be ready for that day to come around, and get downloaded into a lovely robot body

However, as I gently pointed out to him, unless it actually happens within, realistically, the next 10 years, its all going to be too late for me. I know, I might last a bit longer than that, though given all my physical issues now, I’m not sure I really want to, in this body at least! As for the best part of 50 years time, then yes, I’ll be long forgotten for sure, given I have no family to worry about me, once I go!

But yes, 20, or 30 years younger, and who knows, I might have got my wish? Of course, as this would have meant I didnt grow up with the likes of the early Star Trek, Dr Who, and the Carry On films (with their brainwashing, and wax work creation stuff), I might have felt differently about it all. Equally, Metropolis might have hooked me on the idea anyway, lol!

So fine, practically, if I have one last acting role in me, and I cant see any rush to provide it, then yes, I’d love to play a robot, or an alien, complete with really good outfit. Or fine, any decent outfit, but you get my drift! 😉 Equally, a chance to play a flapper, again, wouldnt say no!

Or was I just born too late? Yes, I know, I’d have missed out on all these modern delights of life, but fine, I would have loved to have been a flapper in the 1920’s. Or equally, around the movie scene in the 1930’s in some role, a lot like Clara Johnson, either in acting extra roles, or with luck (and some unknown dancing skills), a chorus line dancer, or maybe more?

Equally, there are some that would say I would have enjoyed life as a 50’s housewife, which lets face it, is where the whole Stepford Wife image was created from, they’d be right! Even better as a real Stepford Wife, lol!

Which of course brings us back to the point mentioned at the start of this blog, the dutiful robot wives of the future. Sadly, by that point, some 50 years on, I’ll be gone, in this life at least. But maybe, next time around…?

Right, tonight’s video. This is a very old song (originally released the year I was born, 1958), and sadly, no film of the Pony Tails performing it on You Tube could be found. But I found this instead. I know nothing of the group, but its live, its of decent quality, so…

Didnt I have a lovely time, the day I went to Blackpool?

Well, hopefully a few of you at least have been eagerly waiting for the report from Friday night. If you werent, you’re getting it anyway! 😛

Beyond a few moments of, err, entertainment on the last section of the journey, from Preston, to Blackpool, in truth the journey was relatively unexciting. The ‘entertainment’, some very loud children, and the fact that we had 2 wheelchair passengers, as opposed to the train designed 1, caused some fun. But in truth, we arrived pretty much on time.

The hotel was pretty much standard budget hotel, with thin walls which we noticed overnight (people talking outside the room), and though in theory we had a second bed, it was so designed that neither of us, in perfect health conditions would have been able to get out, and besides, we had no bedding for it anyway! Survey comments done, lol! But fine, thats not what you want to hear about, is it? So after a meal together, Eric went back to the Trams, I went off to the Winter Garden, and through the time travel portal. Fine, not literally, but you get the drift? After an early false start, the staff worked out where we needed to go, and lo and behold, I was soon in a lovely, and short pink flapper dress. Fine, I wasnt going to care about length for one night, but more on that shortly. Thing is, flappers werent designed to have boobs, or big shoulders, and the zip wouldnt do up properly at the back. Anyway, as you will see shortly, I was quickly changed into another dress which was longer, with no zip issues, perfection! Well, I was flashing someleg, but…

Oh fine, like this!

Me in Blackpool

There is a better one of me, but it has someone else in the picture, and I’m loathe to use that without her permission. I suspect she wouldnt care, but to be on the safe side… If she grants it in hindsight, I will add it to the posting. So if you come here in 6 months time, see 2 photos, and are confused, you know why!

The evening was great fun, lots of lovely people that I was working with, equally a lot of nice people in the audience, including 1 wonderful gentleman I talked to for a while, who had originally come from Bradford! However, having flirted as an Usher prior to performance, stood on the stairs, we eventually got told that part of our work was done. I decided to give the film, Some Like It Hot a chance, but it didnt grab me much, so after an hour or so, I headed back to the refreshment area, got myself a coffee, and started chatting with a few others, until it was time for part 2, getting those who had paid for it, to the party upstairs.

All went smoothly, then a few of us went up to the Balcony, put on a bit of a show (very tame dancing, by Flapper standards, I suspect) for the guests for a while, then I, and a few others went back and changed into modern life again. One treat I had for a while, was to do something I’d never done before (and no, it wasnt to dance the Charleston), which was to wear a pair of those long gloves that go up to your elbow, and maybe beyond. I’d seen pictures of them, always wanted to wear them, and now I have!

End result, everything, and everyone was so lovely, I’m already planning on going back next year, however crazy, and unpractical that is. Might be a different era, but as long as it doesnt mean wearing something as revealing as what my past life self, the chorus line dancing, Clara Johnson had to wear, all should be fine. But no, I’m not going to suggest 42nd Street, or the like, just in case, lol! But beyond that, I’ll definitely be back. Fine, if it is that, I will probably still go back!

The journey home by ‘modern trains’ was a bit more entertaining. The train from Preston, back to Manchester was very crowded, but ‘Queen Bitch’ soon pushed a way through for me, and Eric, to our reserved seats, and someone was already sat in them! Yes, they got moved, probably not my most diplomatic moment of my life, but hey, its principle, and neither of us could have stood, anyway!

Then we get back to Manchester, running late, so going to be a tight push, or no go for our booked train back to Huddersfield. Only…I looked at the departure board, it had been cancelled! So anyway, the next train was going to be very crowded, (2 sets of passengers, plus loads of football fans), but I lined Eric up roughly where I thought the doors would be, and we grabbed 2 seats very quickly!

After that, out last night, with Ella as well, for the birthday meal. I wore the same dress as last week again, so I stayed in Flapper mode for the weekend. Oh, should I mention, this was all done in lots of snow!

In theory I’m back to work tomorrow, but if it had been today, I’m certain it would have been a ‘snow day’ off, with my physical issues. Tomorrow, who knows? Hopefully its better in the morning, I must say. Not just because I’m due back, but because I need to learn something for the following week, which I will probably relate later in the week, but until then…?

Yes, I hurt, partly because of Friday, partly because of the current weather. When (or strictly at this point, I guess, if) I do this next year, I’ll pace it better, all that travel, on top of everything else, in 1 day, was just too much now. Go down the day before, build to it, and have a day off afterwards to recover, before coming back, far wiser! But hindsight is a wonderful thing!

Video time. The frightening thing for me, this song is 50 years old, and I remember it being released!

The last modern day blog?

Before anyone starts to panic, no this isnt the last one, honest it isnt, but I want to be silly, one last time before I hit 60, and as a concept title, and a play on the video, it works perfectly, so…

Yes, tomorrow, I hit 60, and officially, as far as some places see it at least, I become a senior citizen. Strictly, at time of writing, its 4 hours to go, but in a strict sense, its about 18 and a half hours yet, as I was born somewhere around 2.30 in the afternoon, I was told. But yes, as far as the records state, just 4 hours!

In a sense at least, I’m actually winding the years back tomorrow, to about minus 30! Flapper babe, dont you know, darlings! oh fine, its an act, its a role, but if I could…

I must admit, short term at least, I’d love to go back, for a week or so at least, and live life as Clara did in the late 1920’s. Or even the early 1930’s, as long as she provided me with her dancing skills! Yes, and of course I want to be her age, so I can have all that fun, darlings! Wouldnt that be the Cats Whiskers! So all I need is a mad scientist, with a rejuvenation machine, and a time travel portal, and then…?

I wonder what it would be like, if it happened? I guess so much depends on whether I then remembered this life, or not? If I didnt, and was left a young, pretty lady, in the late 20’s, with good dancing skills, in Hollywood, or Broadway, I could probably make a pretty decent living! Clara seems to have done OK, lets face it!

Might be weirder if I remembered modern life as well, trying to get by without the blessings of internet, long distance flights, and the like! I guess if it was only for a week, I’d survive, but if it was forever? I guess I’m guilty of getting used to the benefits of modern life, even if I do still avoid ownership of cell phones whenever possible.

Oh, on the latter, I’ve had orders, due to my health issues, from tomorrow onwards (assuming I dont find said mad scientist, and get whisked back to the 1920’s, as a young woman), I will own one. Mainly because as it has been pointed out to me (by several people) that given my health issues, I really ought to have one, in case of emergencies, if nothing else. Of course, if you look at pictures, it looks like some of those stars of the past had phones…

Fine, I’m sure they’re compacts, but at first glance…? 😉 So fine, maybe it wouldnt be out of place in 1928 lol?

So yes, if a mad scientist, or someone else turns me into a young, pretty, all dancing talent Clara Johnson lookalike tomorrow, and finds me that time travel portal, then this might be the last blog you ever see. But lets face it, the chance of that is about 0.0000000001% lol! But, I can dream…?

OK, the video. This video is quite something, almost Kraftwerk like in style. Sadly, they pretty much had a couple of hits, and that was it!

If words could make wishes come true?

Fine, I’m in a sort of ‘What if?’ mood tonight, so if thats not your thing, maybe you should pass on this one tonight? It probably is a ‘week of my 60th Birthday’ thing, so if anyone has anything cheery they would like for Thursday night, please let me know. Inspire me, and all that.

Yes, its probably because I’m looking back on my 60 years (less 3 days, at time of posting) and thinking I havent done much that I’m going to leave as a mark when I’m gone. I know, I’ve done more than many, I’ve written, I’ve acted, but nothing that I’m ever going to be remembered for 5 years down the road, let alone decades! And the highest level my sporting skills ever got me was into County Competitions when at school, so nothing notable there either.

I suppose its fair to say, as you might have gathered from the title of this blog, the one that probably annoys me the most is the acting one. Yes, if I’d had the chance to go to University, get involved in drama there, well who knows?  That was just a piece of fate I had no control over, the child with a single parent who had to go out to work as soon as she was old enough, and the rest was history. Yes, I have done amateur dramatics since then, but nothing in a long while now, and I think in terms of genuine roles, I’m probably done by now.

So yes, I’m sort of seeing Friday night as that final fling, the final farewell, or whatever you like to call it, even if its not strictly acting. Its just being dressed up, albeit for a very good cause, as a Flapper girl from the 20’s, which will be a lot of fun, but somehow I suspect I’ll be the only one putting much thought into the role, all the same. Might be a few others, but I suspect for most, its just a night out dressed up, helping a good cause.

No, I have no plans to go over the top in the role, but I’m sure I will put a bit of effort into it, just to satisfy myself, if nothing else. But yes, I plan to have fun at the same time. Who knows who will be there, though I doubt I will be whisked off to Broadway, Hollywood, or even the London theaters due to my work lol! Strictly, it may not even be it, but being honest, I cant see my body getting strong enough to do much again, or the opportunity being likely to arise unless I put a lot of effort in, and at my age, I’m probably past that point!

But yes, one big last performance, absolutely, just for me. As I say, I’m not saying there wont be more, but in all honesty, I have my doubts. So no, I’ll have to pass on that Oscar now, lol! 😛

Still, for one night, I can act out the life of a 20’s flapper, and not worry about anything else. Well, maybe the length of my dress, I suspect, but otherwise… lol?

OK, the video. Someone who died far, far too young, at the age of 30. I know, older than Harlow, but all the same, a talent lost way too early. The blog title, a line from this gorgeous song

Yesterday once more?

No, not the video you’re expecting, in this case. But I needed a different title, for a repeat blog, so…

So, last night, for the first time (but not the last) in a week, I got into flapper girl mode last night. Oh fine, pushing 60, girl might be being a bit optimistic, but hey, all I need is a good rejuvenation machine, and a dancing skills neural download, then watch me go! Open to all mad scientist offers to arrange that, by the way! 😉 Oh please, dream birthday present, and all that! Then I could show Clara Johnson how to dance! Well, probably not, but…

So yesterday, after the working day, I, and several work colleagues (8 in the end) showed up for a lovely meal, at a lovely restaurant in Bradford. 3 of us at least probably had the staff wondering which decade they’d opened the doors into! No, to be fair to the others, notice was limited, and it is a cost, so… still kudos to Madi, and Rebecca for putting on a show too. What, you want proof, of me at least? Oh fine!

 

 

Now where did that time travel portal disappear to? As you cant see from these shots, my dress wasnt quite as short as the ones being worn by the young ladies in the video, but hey, I’m very nearly 60, so… Not sure the dress on Friday will be as long lol! But yes, if I get pictures, and my legs arent too shocking a sight…? 😉

In truth, my dress was very maxi in length, and even after Ella took it up (thanks given) a few inches for me, it was still touching the ground! Taking it up again, and then I might even flash a little ankle, ooh! If done, I might take it to Blackpool on Friday as a back up, as I know it fits, and then I might wear it again next Saturday, for the birthday meal for the home group. If not, it will get worn again, I’m sure, just not quite sure when!

Still, until next Friday at least, I will have to live in this strange thing called the modern world! Unless I can find that portal, and then wouldnt I be the cat’s whiskers, darling!

Video time. No, I didnt do any dancing last night, nor will I be planning to dance on Friday without a lot of assistance mentioned above. My dress last night wasnt this short, but next Friday, who knows?