Embarking on a New Project of Destuckification: Learning to Spin

For the past few weeks, I’ve been wanting to try and learn to spin.

Getting Destuckified

It took a Holodeck chat (my first-ever!) in the Starship Craftybiz to make me realize that yes, I can go ahead. (The holodeck is where we get together once a week or so to go over ideas, stumbling blocks, and to get pretty silly. I didn’t join in for a long time because it was a scary, new social situation…but it turned out to be very helpful, and unscary. I’ve biggified myself, and I feel a lot better for it; working at home, self-employed, can be a very isolating experience. The Holodeck also helped me get destuckified; I was in stuckifcation for an extremely long time – almost 2 years! – before realizing that I needed to just do it. Do something about it. Destuckifcation doesn’t happen overnight, but the process feels so good.

Talking to Monsters 

I had…still have…a lot of monsters about this. Not the spinning, but the allowing myself to do it.

So, today I took the plunge and got:

-a book by Abby Franquemort
-an apron (to keep the fuzzy bits off my clothes)

And I’m still deciding on the colour of fiber and the actual spindle (rakestraw – the type that works horizontally). I’ve also created a playlist to get me started.

I’m leaning towards one of these:

Wow! Bright, eh?

 

A softer pink.

 

Yeowza - this one will glow in the dark.

Comments are welcome!

I think my monster has quietened down a little – I don;t want to ignore him, but it’s good that he’s not making me feel like dirt anymore.

I did just one thing yesterday, and I’m proud of myself.

(Thanks to Havi Brooks for all her monster-talking, destuckification and biggifcation awesomeness for getting me through the dark.)

“Phantom of the Opera – 25th Anniversary DVD”

In my first blog post of this series, I wrote about the impressions I had of the film, the Vegas production, and general plot points. This will be somewhat disjointed – but that could just be my morphine speaking.

Recently I bought the DVD of the 25th anniversary performance at the Royal Albert Hall. Be prepared for this review not to be all a-twitter with adoration.

I do not like the Raoul of the 25th anniversary – he always seems to be angry about something, and is completely dismissive of Christine’s fears, more so than I heard in Patrick Wilson or Steve Barton.

For vocals, I like Barton’s Raoul the most. Sierra Boggess during “The Point of No Return” and “Think of Me” displayed exceptional emotions and vocals, but I got the distinct impression that she has only a single, default facial expression.

The lack of the chandelier rising and falling in the Royal Albert Hall was incredibly disappointing, but the building doesn’t have the architecture necessary to employ the necessary rigging. The Phantom’s disfigurement makeup seemed a little toned-down.

To borrow a phrase from a different reviewer:

“Ramin [Karimloo] might make a good Phantom…when he grows up.”

I could have done without the mutual stroke-fest at the end, when Andrew Lloyd Webber came onstage. “Five Phantoms” was decent, except for the presence of Sarah Brightman. Twenty-five years ago, in 1986, when she played Christine, she was very good – the most perfect Christine of that era, to my ears. She’s now past her prime, trying to play a character she’s too old for, and doesn’t seem to understand that waving her arms about as she sings distracts from her vocal performance.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars. One of those stars is awarded simply for finally putting the original stage show into an affordable format.