First of all, I've never seen so many blonds and fake mammories congregated in one place in my entire life!! And I'm not talking about the participants, but their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, friends, etc. According to my little brother, who's daughter is one of the few brunettes in her team, this is nothing compared to the competions in the OC (Orange County, a section of the Los Angeles, CA area made popular by Bravo channel's "The Housewives of ..."series). I was amazed at all the glitter, glam, and small amount of material used on some of the costumes and we're talking about youngsters here. Also, after 2 hours of sitting at the convention centre, my ear drums sent me a text, putting me on notice! The volume in that arena was beyond human tolerance and the bass was up so high, that my butt jiggled like jello and I was sitting plus, I'm buttless!!
Coming from El Paso, TX, I've always considered this place to be the "Muffin Top" capital of the world, but not till I ventured to the competing world of cheerleading, El Paso lost that honour! I felt so sorry for those girls who are rather rotund that their team just happen to have chosen those midriff showing, tiny uniforms. They tried to suck it in, but alas, the impossible just happened! It reminded me when I was a child and took ballet. When I was a kid, I dreamed of wearing a pink tutu and toe shoes....NOPE, DIDN'T HAPPEN!! I was one of those chubby little girls who never got to be in the recitals, swaying to the piano players song, flying in the air like a delicate bird, softly dancing on the stage with the other skinny girls!! I was the designated lipstick holder, compact, eyeliner and other toiletries needed for our tiny dancers. Hey, I wasn't the only chubby kid in the troupe, but I was the one who was trusted with what was important!! Did it embitter me, hell no!! At the ripe ol' age of 9 years, I knew 2 things, I was never going to be a dancer or pianist, like my older sister and I was content with that notion. Even at such a young age, I knew what God had given me and it wasn't twinkle toes or fingers, but the ability to laugh, make others laugh (and not at my expense either), and the best artist in my class! So the chubby kid didn't do the cart wheels, the tumbles and rolls, topped the human pyramids, but was the strength that held it up.
Now for something completely different! I completed my guitar for Xico, Inc., shipped it off and from what I have been told, arrived safely. I was a bit worried since it was a mixed media piece and could have been damaged in route, but being the bubble wrap "Queen," it arrived in one piece, thankfully.
I call it, "Muerto Loretia." I also am including the first of my box series of dolls.