Weekend shenanigans

Ever have one of those weekends when you wake up on Monday morning questioning whether or not any of it actually happened? 

Saturday started quietly enough, a lie in, some netflix then a trip to gym to jump in the jacuzzi.  I went for lunch, and then got ready for a night in a castle.

Yes, a castle!!

With land around it, and deer roaming free.

And sheep.

And more deer.

I was picked up, outfit in bag, by two goddesses fully dressed in glitter, sequins, corsets and fancy tights!

We made our way to the castle to find a gaggle of girls already there and ready to party.

We got dressed in our finest and proceeded to the dining room (table sat 20 +) and then had a few nibbles and some champagne.

Then it was time for a burlesque lesson. 

We learned how to shimmy and shake, how to bump and grind.  We learned how to make an entrance into the room, and how to look suitably coy if people are watching us!

We learned the ancient art of nipple tassle twisting.

We learned striptease.

We laughed a lot.

We sang.

We lost all our inhibitions.

We put on a performance for each other with our new found skills.

We praised the other girls in the group for their performances.

We celebrated our inner goddess and our femininity and we revelled in who we are as women.

And we agreed to go to London and be in an amatuer show in Soho.

Then we drank more, feasted on venison from the estate and more excellent food.

Then we sat around singing, dancing, chatting and growing as women.

The party quieted down around 3 or 4 am, but the hardcore stayed up til even later.

I got home around 6pm, thoroughly exhausted and amazed at what I had learnt about myself. 

If you ever, ever get the chance to learn burlesque DO IT!!