Thank you all for making yesterday's Willow Manor Ball a smashing success. In addition to a fascinating list of attendees, there was quite a bit going on throughout the evening, including duels, tangos and kilt wearing competitions. Tom's pesky Dino Hand was getting a little too handy, if you know what I mean. Poor Tom ended up wearing a slab of raw steak on his face most of the evening, Phantom of the Opera style. Glenn, ever the showman, entertained us with a constant intelligent dialogue on everything from Hollywood to Hemmingway. I do believe he will be nominated for a Pulitzer for his incredible description of the evening's events. And did you happen to see Yoli's fabulous antler headdress? FireLight certainly was the show-stopper in her striking Madame X gown. Annie Leibovitz got some amazing shots, which I'm sure will make the cover of the December issue of Vanity Fair. By the way, did Steve Martin get his pants back? Rumor had it Mr. Ed ate them. I thought only goats ate stuff like that.
So, was all this deliciously silly hoopla pure nonsense? No, my friends, I beg to differ. Jo shared with us a quote from Agnes de Mille,
To dance is to be out of yourself.
Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.
This is power, it is glory on earth
and it is yours for the taking.
As Alan so aptly put it, the line between fantasy and reality is where artists live. We should never apologize (Julia Child would love this) for our virtual world, but celebrate it, gorge on its creativity. This is exactly what we did. Thank you for dancing that powerful dance on the splendid border between fantasy and reality with me, my friends. It was good. ~xx
Oh, and by the way, the winners of the door prizes are.....drum roll....
Robin of The Violet Hour
Robin of The Violet Hour
and
Congratulations!
(please email me your postal addresses)
