Tuesday, October 13, 2015

a n y . . . g i v e n . . . m a g i c a l . . . m u s i c a l . . . f a s h i o n a b l e . . . s p r i t u a l . . . M o n d a y . . . n i g h t !

o h L o v e l i e s !

last night went from mundane to magic. when i arrived home from the clinic,

Monday night football was already on it's way to quarter number two!

Mr D had picked up "fixings" for the fancier dîner nachos. 
( a planned marinated flank steak went into the freezer for the future. 
no biggie. i can do spontaneity )

. . . cooking duty was a breeze.
( at halftime, he pulled the light dish duty.)

i always seek a diversion when football is not THE HAWKS or our beloved COUGS

onto Facebook i went!

Chrislyn had just posted this image of a mouthful of cheesy shells and a dinner time devotion.

( Holland's watercolor of Joseph and his colorful coat.)

this melting moment moved me to Andrew Lloyd Webber circa 1968.


I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain what I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do

I wore my coat with golden lining
Bright colors shining, wonderful and new
And in the east, the dawn was breaking
And the world was waking
Any dream will do

A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden coat flew out of sight

The colors faded into darkness
I was left alone

May I return to the beginning
The light is dimming, and the dream is too
The world and I, we are still waiting
Still hesitating
Any dream will do

the melody is brilliant  . . .

ah uh ah  . . . any dream will do!

Chrislyn enticed me more . . . with this . . .

A Poem For Our Fans
At PNB, we’ve been on a mission, 

to bring you a fine new Nutcracker tradition.
It’s the same wonderful story, 
brought to new glory—
With a few fresh spins, 
To dazzle you and your kin.
Look for sweet little Clara and Herr Drosselmeier, 

And a magical tree that grows high, high and higher.
There’s a vast white forest and a mighty snowstorm, 
That shimmers and swirls (while you’re staying warm).
The Sugar Plum Fairy rules a lush Land of Sweets,

Where a tall Mother Ginger is a comical treat.
Tchaikovsky’s great score still sets every scene,

Of our brilliant new Nutcracker by George Balanchine.

* * *

Pacific Northwest Ballet Christmas 2014 
       ~ farewell Mr Sendak, Mme. Russell and Mr. Stowell . . . brilliant that you were for the childhood of my children, we are now prepared to transcend into a new generation.

the final performance was bitter - sweet.
( sure, there were a few little tears. )

on the way out of Benaroya Hall . . .

 . . .  i took a few photos of the styling and planning boards for the New Tradition.

( i wasn't too obsessed with the "mirror balls wrapped en toile" = "snowballs" . . . or was i?)

and when Chrislyn forwarded this link to me . . .

. . . she had me at RED BERET!


the link to PNB!

( this post was inspired by my beautiful daughter.)