Oh, The Glamourous Life!

Dear Constant Reader,

(no Friday Tip this week. I think this will explain why)

I’ve always believed cats are a gift from the Universe. When you need a cat, one comes into your life. However, the Universe can also take cats away…

Nine years ago, Albert A. Cat wandered into our life. If you’ve been reading my missives that long you know how Scratch, not a cat person, found him on the street and they immediately knew they needed each other. He is a delight and the center of our little world. 

Three years ago Albert started having seizures, which terrified us. Fortunately, with medication, he is perfectly fine. However, we keep a close eye on his health and he sees a couple of specialist vets. 

Recently we discovered his thyroid levels were slightly elevated and we had a couple of options to treat it. There was really no question that we were going to go for radiation therapy.  It would cure him, instead of just treating the issue with diet or medication for the rest of his life. There were just two drawbacks — it’s very expensive and he would be in the hospital for two weeks without any visits allowed. In all his time with us, he’s never been away from both of us for more than four days.

But we did it. The staff at Angell Animal Medical Center are great. We got daily reports on his progress and photos. Scratch started a GoFundMe and so many people, including a bunch we didn’t even know, contributed to Albert’s medical bills. We were counting down the days until he could come home. (Albert is fine. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.)

But Albert is not the only cat in our lives. There are several feral cats in our neighborhood and two decided to make our yard home. They were inseparable and would constantly be headbutting one another in a most adorable fashion. We named the black and white one Tux and the big orange one Ginger Tom. Collectively we call them The Boys. Tux was wary, but Tom was sweet and trusting. Scratch built them a deluxe shelter (with heat in the winter) and fed them every day. He would call and they’d come running. It was one of my great joys to peek out the window and see what The Boys were doing — napping in the sun, grooming each other, hiding amid the plants in my garden. To be honest, Tom’s my favorite of the two.

Last Thursday I fed them in the evening as usual. Friday morning only Tux came. He just sat and looked and waited. Tom is the more adventurous of the two and would often be off doing “Tom things”, but I was worried. Tux didn’t usually act like that.

But it was Expo weekend and off we went to Salem.

We got back on Monday, excited to pick up Albert the next day. But still no Tom.

After asking our other cat-feeding neighbors, we found out that Tom was killed sometime in the middle of Thursday night, probably by a coyote. I like to think he was defending Tux.

Albert’s homecoming was filled with tears. And because of the radiation, we have to limit our contact with him for the next few days. Of course all we want to do is hold him close and never let go.

We share a back fence with The Rectory for our local Episcopalian church and The Boys frequented their yard as well. It was the Father and his wife who found Tom. 

Yesterday, in the rain, we had a funeral. The Father’s wife and the Sister who also lives there and Scratch dug a grave in their garden and we laid a cairn of stones over him. It’s a beautiful, peaceful spot and there’s a bush of rosemary right next to him. Sister gave me a bunch and it’s in a vase next to me as I write. Rosemary is for remembrance.

It’s hard to feel so helpless. I know there was nothing I could have done to save Tom’s life, but it hurts so much. I know feral cats have hard and short lives, but it’s not fair. We will continue to care for Tux and hopefully he’ll know our yard is a safe place. He sits and waits for Tom and it just breaks my heart. I hurt so much.

Scratch said it better than I can: “Tom was sweet, fearless, and dumb. And he trusted me and loved Tux with a fierceness that was a joy to see.” I will miss him more that I can say.

All I can do is love Albert and try to comfort Scratch, as he tries to comfort me.

Dear Constant Reader,

It’s Friday! Time for a tip!

Along with my Little Book of Burlesque Costuming, I provide a bookmark which has a list of essential sewing tools and I want to highlight one in particular. I just list “ruler” as one of those essential tools, but today’s tip is about a specific kind of ruler.

Get a clear ruler.

I originally bought mine to use as a straight-edge with my rotary cutter. Then I realized all the other things it could do, like take the effort out of marking long, accurate lines. It’s invaluable for pattern making and hemming.

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Dear Constant Reader,

It’s Friday again! Here’s a tip!

Check out rhinestone brands other than Swarovski.

I know there’s a lot of prestige in the Swarovski name, but the company has decided to get out of the “DIY market” and concentrate on their luxury lines. By the end of the year they will stop selling to retailers who will stop selling to us. (You may weep briefly.)

Do not despair! There are a lot of other great stones out there that might fit your needs and budget better. Get some sample cards, play around with colors, expand your horizons. Be prepared for when all the Swarovskis are gone.

Manuge et Toi has done some great work researching rhinestone brands. Support her on Patreon to see her rhinestone comparison video.

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Dear Constant Reader,

Last night marked one year since the BeauTease appeared on stage in front of an audience. We were in Taste O’ Burlesque at Thunder Road, bookending the competition. If you want to see the show, much of it is here. We were starting to worry about the approaching epidemic. I had made Guilted Lilly a basket to take on her woodland frolics and when she went to hug me, for a moment, I thought “should I do this?”. I’m so glad I accepted her bountiful embrace, because it was the last time I would touch someone who wasn’t living in my house for many months.

Since then Thunder Road has closed for good and we’ve done five virtual shows (I’ll write about that experience another time). I miss performing live. I miss it so much. I keep thinking about being backstage, getting ready for a show. Chatting with the other troupe members, checking in with the stage hands. Everyone knows what to do — we hang the banners, put together the clothing racks and unpack the costumes, set out snacks (most often Devastasia). It’s fun. It’s hard to imagine that we didn’t have to wear masks and keep our distance.

The best part is being in front of the audience. Something changes when there are people there. A lot of performers talk about the energy of the audience and it’s true. There’s a connection and you each feed off each other’s excitement. Having people to play off, even if it’s just tossing a smile over here or directing a bump over there, makes such a huge difference in performance. Sure, I give my best to the camera (or try to), but I don’t feel as playful or spontaneous as when I’m in front of people. There’s a reason we say “the magic of live theatre”.

I can’t believe it’s been a year. I miss you all.

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Dear Constant Reader,

This book has been kicking around the library at The Manor for a while. Since it was published, about a decade ago, a lot has changed, but it was sort of a nice trip down memory lane.

Burlesque: The True Art of Seduction by Michel Grondin and Scarlett James, 2011.

I would call this a coffee table book. It’s big, heavy, graphically bold, kinda slick, and full of photos. Montreal burlesque performer Scarlett James graces the cover. There’s not that much text — there’s a lot of white space and some very large fonts. There are a lot of bright colors throughout. Each topic or person has a couple of pages lightly-filled with text or images and usually a quote from Scarlett James with her thoughts on the featured subject. The version I have is a translation from French, so the language is occasionally clunky and the spelling can be erratic.

The first 3 chapters are a history of burlesque from Classical Greece and Rome through the 1960s in America. The third chapter, “American Burlesque” features Legends of burlesque, some long gone, a few still with us (or were at the time). Most, if not all of the living Legends are shown with Scarlett James. There’s an additional two pages briefly mentioning other performers of note, which I found it a little surprising at some of who were relegated to this “also” list.

More than half the book is chapter 4, Neo-Burlesque. It’s loosely arranged geographically, first by country, and then city. Some of the top performers of the time (some of whom still are) make an appearance and notable festivals are mentioned. There are again light write-ups and some large photographs. Although the bulk of the neo-burlesque performers featured are in the US, there is ample coverage of Canada, as you might expect, plus highlighting burlesque in Europe, Japan, and Australia. Full disclosure: Scratch, the Burlesque Expo, and I get a mention (Scarlett likes Scratch’s suits!).

It’s a very pretty book. There’s no in-depth history or detailed biography, just a little taste of burlesque in an attractive package. I don’t think it’s the sort of book one would read cover to cover, but instead flip through and see what catches your eye — and the pages are quite eye-catching. Perhaps you’ll use it as a springboard for further investigation. But really, it’s very pretty.

(Affiliate links in this post benefit the American Burlesque Collection, a 501(c)(3) non-profit)

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Dear Constant Reader,

Today’s review was suggested by one of my Patrons, Sarah V. If you’d like to suggest items for me to review, you can join my Patreon at the “Advisory Committee” tier.

Forbidden City: The Golden Age of Chinese Nightclubs by Trina Robbins (2010)

This was a particularly timely suggestion as Coby Yee, who is included in the book, was honored at this past BurlyCon.

Trina Robbins was taking tap dance lessons with some women who turned out to be former performers from the Asian nightclubs that proliferated in San Francisco from the 1930s to the 1960s. She wanted their stories to be more widely known, but hesitated to tell it as she’s not Asian. Instead, she let them speak for themselves. The book is a compilation of interviews with people involved with the nightclubs and photos from the heyday.

San Francisco had a number of Chinese nightclubs, mostly on Grant Avenue, with Asian owners and performers but mostly non-Asian audiences, including many celebrities.The best known club was the Forbidden City, originally owned by Charlie Low and later by Coby Yee. Other clubs included the Kubla Khan, the Lion’s Den, and the Chinese Palace.

The book is divided into the following chapters.
The Clubs introduces the nightclubs and those who ran them.
The Golden Age 1937-1950 tells stories from when the the Chinese nightclubs were at the height of their popularity. 
In The Silver Age The 1950s-1970 the Chinese nightclubs, like other nightclubs, lost customers as culture shifted away from glamorous floorshows.
Grant Avenue Follies is about the non-profit dance troupe formed by veterans of the nightclubs.
Curtain Call lists the interview subjects and “where are they now”.
Addendum is a photo tour of the sites of the former nightclubs.

The first four chapters are filled with interviews from those connected to the clubs and plenty of photos. There are also a few newspaper articles. The author adds a tiny bit of commentary and context at the beginning of each one, but for the most part she just lets the history be told by those who lived it.

My only real disappointment was that there was no information about Noel Toy, The Chinese Sally Rand. I had been hoping to learn more about her, but instead there were plenty of other performers with fascinating stories. I was particularly struck by the one about Jadin Wong having to jump out of a military plane as she was headed to entertain the troops. She did the show despite her wardrobe and makeup having gone down with the plane. 

Trina Robbins has done a great service by preserving the words and stories of the people who remember this bit of entertainment history.

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Dear Constant Reader,

We are now officially in “the holiday season”, which is stressful enough under normal circumstances, and these times are far from normal.

Enjoy what you like and let others do the same.

Do what makes you happy and no shaming of anyone else’s joy. Let everyone deal with things in their own way, okay?

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