Ever done that? Personally I’m against knickers. I mean there are times when they are useful, but in general I find them annoying and refuse going near them…unless they are like granny panties, those are generally quite comfortable, but those are really not to be worn to avoid humiliation, should you ever be caught in them. If you want maximum exposure of asset it’s best to stick to thongs (not when it comes to bikinis, beware) or nothing at all (unless you are on a public beach) in my opinion.
The thing is you can have a really nice ass, but if presented in granny panties…it does not do itself justice. That’s kind of how I felt about the production I put on the other night. I had worked with some of my best friends and had had so much fun. I had rediscovered my great passion for directing…and seeing some of the pieces I was working on coming together was just pure bliss (you know when you start with a script and there is nothing…you can’t see the humor, the drama, the anything…and then you work on it and work on it…until it is all there…for me, that’s bliss). I thought I had a really good show. Like all the acts were really good…then came performance night and what had been a brilliant ass to watch the night before when rehearsing (well the parts that were rehearsing) was now next to invisible underneath the granny panties. It was fawlty towers in action. Apparently some of the audience still enjoyed it, but Jesus Christ, it was 10% of what it could have been.
The show needed to have been cut down in time, start earlier in the evening, have no technical problems (ever tried doing a show where only half the stage is lit and the sound only works sometimes?), have actors who had rehearsed in the space it was to be presented in so that they didn’t lose the plot and all the comedy with it, be presented on a proper stage in an intimate space with an engaged audience, be tied together in a coherent, enjoyable way and simply be much, much smoother overall (basically it needed a couple of runs and a tech to cut out the bullshit and be adapted to the space)…then, then it would have been a good show. And if I were to do it again it would have more of a theme and a better set for the stage….and made sure there were nicely timed surprises for the audience and bunch of other things.
As a professional director and producer I don’t feel too hot when these things happen because as such I have a responsibility towards the cast, crew, audience and organizers, but I do know what needs to be done to make a show run smooth when I look at it (I had never had a chance to run this show from start to end and let’s face it: it was put on in two weeks…13 acts in 14 days…and I had a day job…everyone involved just did a fucking amazing job getting it together) and I learn even more from every show I do. So I walked out feeling disappointed, but also confident I can produce and direct, because I immediately knew what I could start playing around with to make it work…then, believe it or not, I suddenly panicked thinking I have no clue of how to do that with my love life. Like I know directing, but love life??? And that’s when you have to laugh….a woman is still a woman. Never mind the production she just put on, figuring out how to marry her soul mate is clearly much more important. At least for about five minutes.
My best friend was in hysterics about the whole thing and our piece specifically on the night – she was like: why did no one laugh? Last night people were rolling on the floor, so what’s the problem? Then we realized the sound was entirely off in the beginning of our piece (they may still have picked up on us singing Mamma Mia in falsetto, but not why) and then her mic fell off, so no one heard what we were saying so basically we were two Swedish bimbos, dressed as cleaners, stroking our mops to Big Spender, making a fool out of ourselves without anyone understanding the point behind it…and our acting was appalling to topple it off. Oh it’s just brilliant – some people want to be loved in spite of their good looks, I always wanted to be loved for me, not my talents and now all my friends must certainly do so. Be careful for what you ask for and all that. LOL!
So yes, I’ve had an interesting couple of days…where I’ve tried to come to terms with my granny panties moments, finding my passion in directing again and not knowing how to direct my love life…I still have no friggin clue…I just choose to love…especially myself, in granny panties.
Lingerie from What Katie Did…sometimes even granny panties can be tasteful…at least from that brand (not that they are on display here, but if you check out their catalogue!)!
