What captivated me the most was Scott’s traje de luces (suit of lights), given to him by Fran’s father, who is a distinguished dancer himself. I can imagine pairing the jewel-encrusted jacket with a white shirt and jeans or throwing it over a LBD. Ironically, I’ll be heading to Spain later in the year so anything Spanish is currently extra poignant. I’ll have to hunt for one in Madrid. Hopefully they’ll have it in my size…
I’d originally wanted to wear a ruffled dress (or a flower in my hair, to that effect) in keeping with Fran’s Spanish roots, but then I saw some sneaky pics from the musical. Even my most flamboyant flamenco dress wouldn’t have stood a chance. So I opted for a minimalist look. Why compete with Catherine Martin when you can contrast with invisible tartan?
Aside from re-igniting my flame for dancing (albeit in the lounge room, with all curtains closed, because I too, make up my moves) and seeing the classic cliché “some rules are meant to be broken’ come to life, I learnt 3 things from Strictly Ballroom The Musical:
1. Never think you are too good for others.
2. Don’t judge based on appearance. Both fathers in the story surprised the heck out of me!
3. Dancing is always a good idea. Time after time.
As to why Coca Cola was featured so ubiquitously during the spectacular , I’m yet to figure it out…
Special thanks to Nuffnang Australia for inviting us along. We had a ball!