Thursday, Feb 13th, 2014:
I produced* an illegal speakeasy that not only addressed all of the senses with performance, spoken word, art, music, food and liquor, but one that also addressed local vice laws, by, well, pissing on them, by having nudity and highly sexual content. We did not reveal the exact address of the event until a few days before and only to the ticket buyers, who had to adhere to a “no jeans/no t-shirt/no sneaker” dress code. We limited the amount of tickets sold to 50 to maintain a sense of intimacy.
This event was a huge financial risk for myself, as the ticket price included admission and refreshments. I worked closely with our caterer and mixologist to come up with amuse bouche like bon-bons and petit-fours, and signature cocktails for the bar. Our level of promotion included fliers, an advert in the LA Weekly, posters, press releases and numerous tweets, instagrams and FB posts. My day-of prep included shopping all the liquor and mixers (including making honey infused vodka) and loading the car with folding tables and barware.
But we used our artistic freedom to explore the idea of being naked, both physically and emotionally, and everyone remarked they had a grand time, that they felt like they were part of something truly special.
Friday, Feb 14th, 2014:
I was hired to produce a midnight burlesque show at a club that was once the permanent home of VVH. I was given a budget to book performers, had no requirement to promote the event (outside the sheer joy of saying “hey, this is my show and I’m super proud!”)—the club designed, printed and distributed the fliers. All we had to do was to show up, got an envelope, drink tickets, and perform the best show we could.
The audience was less than receptive. There was a couple in the front row who looked like American Gothic, far too embarrassing for their midwestern morals to be watching us heathen vamps. Someone in the back tried to heckle. We gave it 100% anyway. Because we are professionals and were paid to do so, and our performances are not based on whether an audience hoots and hollers. (We found out later that the audience had been seated for the 9pm flamenco show, ate, had unlimited champagne, so by the time we started at midnight, they were exhausted.)
And there it is—the Alpha—producing a show that was so intimate and personal that it almost seemed I had hired a room full of people to act out my own fetish. And the Omega—hired gun to entertain. The first show was art, the second show, a job.
And isn’t that what we’re all hoping for? To somehow make a living at burlesque—but are we willing to do what it takes to get there? It is the few, the proud, than handful of headliners who make most of their income from burlesque and burlesque related accessories (costume commissions, teaching classes, etc.). But do we understand what it means to maintain that privilege? It means doing shows or parties in front of audiences who may not care a whit that you are there trying to entertain them; to be booked as many nights as possible, and sometimes for not a lot of money, sometimes driving between two gigs on the other side of town; to make acts that may not be so personal, but can be easily marketed and consumed by a crowd of douchebag drunks; to spend a great deal of money on costumes and wigs and skin care and dance classes; to show a profit by not creating new acts every time; and oh, the endless promotion of yourself in all your endeavors. Literally putting the grind in the grind. And let’s not forget that by making burlesque your profession, we are talking about removing certain safety nets you might have become attached to in your muggle job, like health insurance and steady paychecks.
“Be careful what you wish for” has been the mantra from several performers I know who have gone pro. Performers who spend a great deal of time on the road, living out of suitcases, producing the weekly shows that prevent them from taking a vacation, being forced to work with bar owners whose lack of business sense precludes them from advertising. Under every seashell found on the beach is the slimey mollusk dying in the surf.
As with any passion, to love it enough to go pro you have to love it when it sucks. And it’s going to suck.
*with the help of Greta Grenade and Mercury Troy
This post comes from a discussion in a costume class I was teaching at the annual burlesque symposium BulryCon. Someone in class asked the best way to make a white snowsuit silver for a Barbarella costume. I said silver spray paint would not work, as it would crack and peel with each wearing, that for archival purposes, they would need to re-cover the entire suit in silver fabric. When they groaned at the thought of it, I said “well, it wasn’t my idea to make a Barbarella costume. Girl, if you want to get to awesome, it’s going to take some work!”
So, without further adieu, here is my mantra when we are looking down the barrel of a task that seems clearly impossible for our time and budgets, but the outcome is so delicious that our mouths water thinking about the way the audience is going to react when we step on stage in all our awesomeness.
Awesome takes work.
Awesome takes a lot of work.
Awesome requires a great amount of time.
Awesome will always be money from your own pocket.
Awesome may require you to learn new skills or hire someone with skills you don’t have.
Awesome is personal sacrifice; you may not be able to attend that party because you need to stay home and work on Awesome.
Awesome can be tedious.
Awesome can fail at first; Awesome can mean going down a path that must be abandoned and return to the start. Several times.
Awesome can often start as a collection of little victories, interspersed with giant disappointments.
But you will know Awesome if you give into her demands.
You will know when you’ve reached Awesome. You will stand in the dressing room after your performance, you will hear it in the applause from your audience; you will see it in the faces of your peers.
And you will know it was worth all of it.
Now, what do you need to do to get to Awesome?
…now, does your act entertain this group?
Because this could happen, maybe has happened. Maybe at a festival. Maybe a surprise visit because they are there to see someone else on the show.
Are you backstage looking though the curtain wishing you had hemmed that fraying panel skirt? Or that you rehearsed more? Or you had bothered to style your hair? Or spent more time workshopping the act to bring a unique performance to the world?
Or are you relaxed because you’re going to give the same 110% you always give?
And if you’d give 110% knowing they were going to be in the audience, then why wouldn’t you give 110% for those fans who come regularly to your show and support your art?
Oh, you don’t have to answer me.
You have to answer to yourself.
(Have a great summer everyone! I’ll see you in September!)
I can’t truly speak on this topic. Really, I can’t. I’m a white girl. In fact, I’m 1/4 Italian-American and 3/4 Pennsylvania Dutch*. So, white. Not to say insensitive to the idea of cultural appropriation, but not in a position to have a say to what it feels like to have my skin/culture put on by someone else as dress-up.
But I felt the need to write this. When I’m still hearing of the “but it’s pretty” defense. When I’m still hearing about black face “because it’s funny”. Or seeing straight boys mincing about the stage like Paul Lynde. Or when I’m still hearing about white gals wanting to play Pocahontas in the Disney-themed burlesque show when SERIOUSLY THERE ARE THREE FUCKING PRINCESSES YOU CAN’T BE AS A WHITE GAL, IN A FUCKING ENDLESS CANON OF WHITE, EURO PRINCESSES? REALLY?
Now, I grew up with appropriation in two major forms, that until recently, I hadn’t put any thought into because they were so pervasive even with my 80’s liberal art education, I didn’t recognize it. And it’s the appropriation of both the fashion industry and what I call the “Ricky Ricardo floor show” aesthetic. To study fashion is to study designers cherry picking cultural accessories and motifs. Do you remember Gauliter’s Hassidic influenced line of men’s wear? Vivienne Westwood co-opting the style of the poor, angry punks of 1970’s England? Go into any Forever 21 right now and look at Native American motifs on leggings and t-shirts. Where is the line between appropriation and influence? The “Ricky Ricardo floorshow” aesthetic is to present a dance/act as a travelogue to a foreign land, that even though you may not be referencing the original culture, the theatrics are so over-the-top with the jungle queen headdresses and tiki masks. Look at the Enchanted Tiki Room, with the birds all speaking in thick, cartoony accents by white voice over artists to get how what passed as diversity in the 1960s is now sorely racist. (My favorite example of this is any scene of the UN from any film in the 1960s with every ambassador in their traditional tribal garb, as if the third world natives don’t know what suits are.) So when a white gal does a Tiki act, she may be referencing Tiki as it exists in America in the 60’s, and not acknowledge that that in and of itself is referencing an indigenous culture.
I do find that the “I am <ethnic heritage here> so I can perform as <ethnicity here>” clause is problematic at best. Because as an audience member, I don’t know your ethnic heritage from the stage. LA based performer La Cholita is “the whitest Mexican you’ll meet”. My own dancer Panama Red is often mistaken for a Latina—a combination of her name and her café-au-lait skin. Does being 1/64th ________ allow you to perform as __________? Does it allow you to perform as all related cultures? If you are Puerto Rican, does that allow you to perform as a Mexican? And is that still appropriating a culture that is not your own? All questions that have no definable answer, but a question we need to ask ourselves before we go on with an act.
And how does ethnic dance fit into this conversation? We have all accepted belly dance as a dance technique. No one thinks twice about donning a coin belt and performing figure 8’s as both a form of study and performance. Or salsa, samba, flamenco, step dancing… but am I appropriating that culture if I perform in the traditional costume? If I came onstage to perform an Afro-Brazilian act, how would that be perceived?
And this is why I can no longer do my voodoo act. I can no longer pretend that even though I researched Baron Samedi, that it was in that tongue-in-cheek, “Ricky Ricado floor show” aesthetic, that I am not putting on a culture that is not mine. No one called me on it, but the more this conversation became present in my community, the more I felt I had spinach on my teeth, and no one was telling me. I’m going to revamp the act, because ultimately I am smarter than that, than to think my 3 minute number is more important than to fight racism in all it’s subtle, pervasive ways. The art world is filled with all kinds of villains who create beauty, but as artists we must never let art interfere with our own humanity, sympathy and empathy.
*For those of you who think that means Amish, I kindly say “fuck you, read a book”.
Yes, kiddies, this past weekend I celebrated 10 years of erotically taking my clothes off in front of strangers for money. Happy Birthday Penny Starr, Jr. Ten years ago, I drove out to that dusty goat farm in Helendale to make my debut, not just at Exotic World, but my debut debut. So subsequently, I get to have a pretty amazing birthday party every year at the Burlesque Hall of Fame.
I have seen many ups and downs with this organization, and every year, it becomes more solid and reliable. (Yes, there will always be room for improvement—one of the downsides of being an organization of volunteers from all over the country.) But every year, there is some former speed bump that is missing, some wrinkle that has been smoothed out, and to that I am grateful. To know where we have come from, go ahead, ask those Goat Farm Girls like Desiré d’Amour and Laura Herbert and Kitten de Ville and Selene Luna and Dirty Martini about what those days were like. That this organization can make such strides in 10 years shows growth where so many of our newbies only know what has been going on the last 3 years. Imagine making your debut in 128 degree heat, like I did. Or my first memory of Indigo Blue waiting in line to sign up, and her long blue velvet gown was already covered in a thin layer of dust. Or the sun-bleached plywood stage burning the knees of anyone foolish enough to try floor work. And let’s not talk about bringing white feather fans to that hostile (dirt, wind) environment. Yes, like burlesque itself, BHoF was rough around the edges when it started, and is growing to a polished event.
Now, don’t get me wrong, when classic is done right, you simply can’t go wrong. But so much classic, and n’ery a shimmy act, big gal or one pop culture character represented in competition when it’s all I see on the day-to-day stages, well, I have to wonder why those things have not been invited to the party.
So I want to make one suggestion to our community, one that is all inclusive: Let us agree to no longer circumcise our acts/style to fit an undetermined and subjective idea of what will win a crown.
I have seen so many great performers boil out what makes them great until there is only a glittery glaze of glamour left. Their edge, their joie-de-vivre, their complete filthiness evaporates until that thick stew of creativity is now a weak broth. And it belies why burlesque works as both an art and entertainment, and why so many of us come to it in the first place. Our greatest “gimmicks” are our own personal quirks, skills and experiences—to throw them out is to remove our soul from our performances.
There. I’ve said it. I’ve said what many of us were thinking.
Now, I will admit that so many high concept acts lack in the kind of craftsmanship, glamour and sex that seems to go hand in hand with classic burlesque. And I know with genre acts, there is a certain amount of OCD that comes with making the perfect Princess Leia, exactly as she looked in the film or that fetish slaves are not supposed to move until told to. But let us take that and explode it into the glamour and movement associated with burlesque competition. Yes, there will still be a level of comprise from hardcore genre act to competition quality, but it is a different audience, an audience that wont “penalize” your rhinestone-encrusted Slave Leia for wearing stiletto Spartacus boots, as many cosplayers will*; try to imagine a Freddy Krueger act treated with the same care as an Immodesty Blaze costume, a fetish act that brings some serious dance technique.
If we only submit acts that are who we are, maybe we can make that application committee acknowledge the nerds, the queers, the fetishists as worthy of being crowned a Queen** for our community.
*For those not in the cosplay/nerd community, telling the opposite sex their costume isn’t correct is how many nerds flirt. By bringing up your Harley Quinn is the wrong shade of red is their awkward way of saying “hello”.
** As Mercury Troy points out, the Boylesk category is not mired in the constraints of classic.
Example One: After a year of classes, where choreography may not have been her strongest talent, a student admitted that she had years of line/country dance and could choreograph so without a second thought.
Example Two: A recent dancer, after a few years performing for VVH, sang in the show for the first time.
Example Three: A former roller derby skater, all fierce dreads and aggression, admitted in classes that she felt her acts needed to be “girlie”.
Why am I bringing this up?
Well, let’s talk about burlesque as an art form. Burlesque, by textbook definition, is a theatrical event that creates a topsy-turvey entertainment of making lofty subjects vulgar and the vulgar, lofty (Stripping president, anyone? Strippers in diamond underwear?). There are no further parameters, guidelines or rules after that, except to be entertaining and polished. Burlesque can be any and all forms of dance, improvisation, comedy, magic, music, acting, pantomime, and any combination thereof.
So if burlesque encompasses all performing arts, then why toss out line dancing, singing ability, and your own feminine power?
As an instructor and long-time purveyor of burlesque, I can‘t stress enough that you should embrace ALL of your talents. To quote the musical GYPSY “You’re gonna need a gimmick” because at the end of the day, we’re all just semi-naked bodies on stage. And let’s be honest, semi-naked bodies are, in and of themselves, are not that entertaining. But it’s how we get there—a fabulous costume piece revealed, a suggestive bite into a food prop, a slapstick with a slippery soap on a rope, a series of popped balloons, that perfect hip drop on the downbeat—it’s these things that are memorable.
So if we have a talent that separates us from the pack, why wouldn’t we use it, embrace it, polish it and put it on stage for all the world to see? Why shouldn’t our gimmicks be… well, us! For a while I billed myself as “The world’s only award-winning burlesque dancer and award-winning filmmaker” because that was true, and mine, and not anyone else’s. And I construct my acts like I would a short film, thinking about mood, character arcs, and how to focus the audience’s attention, as if creating a close-up on stage. Hooray, my film degree is useful!
So whether it’s those years of tap, your childhood obsession with paper maiché, or your love of the DUMB AND DUMBER movies, take those skills to the stage. Because even tassel twirling is not much more than a parlour trick off stage.
For the record, Example One made quite a memorable act with her country choreography that had the audience clapping in time, Example Two is in the rarefied field of a triple threat (Dancer! Singer! Stripper!) and Example Three’s debut number was not a gown and glove but a Firebird God act set to Metallica.
I’m going to make a blanket statement: no one, I repeat NO ONE, in burlesque has drawing power.
If I put one of our bigger names on a flier, I might get people from the burlesque community to come to the show, perhaps because they have seen that person’s work on youtube, or saw them at a festival, or were paying enough attention to burlesque history to know who they are. If that dancer has some blow-out professional photos that attract the eye, then that might get a few more people to the club to see what they are all about. But the bottom line, no one has a name that makes the average schmuck on the street go “Oh, yeah, I know of ___________. I have to get tickets to see her/him.”
Except one. Dita. The whole world knows about Dita. Why? Why when I tell people I am a burlesque dancer, I am often countered with “like Dita?” And when I asked those people if they have ever seen Dita dance, they often say “no”. So how is it the world’s most famous burlesque dancer is one that no one has seen dance?
Let me postulate this as well: the only reason we know who the Pussycat Dolls are is because they often used “stunt” casting by working in actresses (Christina Applegate, Christina Aguilera, Carmen Electra) who themselves had their own level of fame.
And that is called publicity. Elusive, a siren’s song if you will, but getting noticed starts in the smallest ways and builds like a stampede.
BUILDING YOUR FAN BASE
Every time you perform, you could make a fan. That fan has a monetary value: that fan buys tickets to see you perform, which pays you (and others) on a show, that fan could return to see you and bring 3 friends. Those friends could go on your facebook page and say how awesome they thought you were and that could be seen by more people. Maybe one of them tweets at you and their followers are curious and begin coming to your shows. Please please please don’t think producers don’t notice who brings an audience and who doesn’t. Suppose you do an out-of-town gig, you could have your fans mention it to their friends in that city… Did you see how that happened?
Case in point, and why EVERY show matters: I did a gig. There were 12 people in the audience. I gave it 100%. Years later, I am at another gig, doing a completely different act, when at the end of the show a few of the audience members came up to me and said “You were that girl who bit the head off a chicken at Mr. T’s Bowl!” Years apart, but that performance stuck with them and here they were, paying to see me again.
ASSES IN SEATS/ENTHUSIASM
It’s very easy to sit back and say “it’s the producer’s job to put asses in seats”. For me, as both a producer and a performer, I wonder why performers would be so short sighted. A shows’ success is based on two things: the venue making money (often this is in the sale of liquor) and the show making money (often this is in the sale of admissions). Would you risk losing a quality show in your town if all it took was for you to tell your fans to come and see you? Aren’t you excited someone is paying you to perform? If not, why not? Here’s the thing—your fans could also enjoy another performer on the show and become their fan—and visa versa! Everyone wins!
Even if you make a guarantee, additional money to any burlesque show can end up in a tip to the performers, better gear for the show, t-shirts or other swag, and the venue asking the show to continue, or to ad an extra night.
Lastly, if the show closes, you will always have your fans to follow you to the next show you are featured in.
Now, I remember a time without Myspace—Myspace even!—when the best options we had was a flier to hand people and the burlesque yahoo groups. But that’s not to say with Facebook, Wordpress, Tumblr, Etsy, Youtube, Instragram, and Twitter that life is easier. There was an adage that a consumer (our audience) had to hear about a product (our shows) from three different sources for them to say “hey—I want to check out this thing”. So seeing your flier, hearing a friend talk about it, maybe seeing a poster hanging in the shop. Now it’s roughly 20. So you can see the importance of having a presence everywhere might help you out, but you can also link many of those things together. For example, if you share your Instagram on Twitter and link it to your Facebook—well, that’s three birds, one stone, no waiting!
PS I still feel the best way to make an impression is to look someone in the eye and hand them a flier or business card; maybe at a party, maybe while performing on a show, and hopefully with your picture on it.
Here’s the thing about Twitter that I think so many people miss: you have to tweet. Regularly. Because Twitter is like a ticker, your tweet could be on top of the feed for 10 minutes or 10 seconds. Also, the quality of your tweets count. If you tweet only about shows, you’re not going to get followers. Being funny certainly helps, but I like to think of Twitter as a conversation I am having with the world, but the world may not answer back. “Hey World, I’m making a costume today!” “Hey World, I’m watching FOOTLOOSE to steal moves from for my new act!” “Hey World, I’ve been gigging so much today I’m giving my boobies a break from all the glue and tape!” I find talking about your process can be an easy in to creating a Twitter feed that bears some interest. As to how much of this is you and how much of this is <your stage name here> is up to you.
To paraphrase Miss Astrid “You are the author if your life onstage”, which also means you are the author of your life online. Do not feel you have to share every emotion—remember you are on Twitter for your own promotion. Unless your character is one hot mess wrought with drama, best to keep it upbeat. Much like the drunk gal hoarking in the toilet of the nightclub, you never want to ask strangers to hold your hair.
ENGAGING YOUR AUDIENCE
Performing is a very local product, as you can only do it when people are in the same room as you. Twitter/Facebook/Instagram/etc. has given us an opportunity to engage that audience when we are not performing. It can be as simple as being entertaining online. Maybe you can release a special pin-up photo to just your fans? What about telling the world that there is a new video up on youtube? Maybe create an on-line contest “if you can tell me what act I did at my last show, I’ll send you two tickets to my next show”?
We have 600 or so people on the VictoryVarietyHour.com e-mail list. Two days before the show, we send the list a discount coupon that you can get $3 off at the door. On any given show, we have between 10 and 20 people use that coupon. You know what that means? We need a lot more people on the e-mail list.
You can’t assume that everyone on your list is waiting, panting and sweaty, until your next performance. They have lives, obligations, other friends in the performing arts, the novelty of you being naked has worn off, they need a sitter, the last thing they want to do on a night they are not performing is go to another burlesque show. Did you see how that happened? Your list dwindled quite fast.
So on every chance you have to make a fan, make it count.
I am coming up on 10 years (10!) of performing, and 8 (8!) of producing and 6 (6!) of teaching—all in the art of burlesque.
And as of this writing, I am taking a tiny hiatus from performing choreographed acts. For the next two months in LA, I will be go-go dancing (albeit experimentally) on my show so I can free up some time from my insane schedule to put new acts and shows into the works. Because in between all of the aforementioned, I also have a day job working in costumes on a TV show AND custom costume work.
I’m a little burnt. Like a piece of toast, I need to scrape of the dark bits before I am edible again.
And that’s OK!
RETIRING OLD ACTS
As I get older I have become aware of inhabiting an area that is between “coquette” and “cougar”. My earlier cute acts no longer fit me in the way that the clothing I wore in junior high no longer fits who I am. This can be a hard decision, a Sophie’s Choice if you will, but with my performance history, I now have a repertoire of 20+ acts (and another half dozen one-offs, and a few in the works).
And inevitably, when I say to my troupe mates “I’m going to retire ______ act” someone will invariably say “Oh, but I love that act!”
Once you’ve decided to let go of an act, you can pass it off to a pal, repurpose the costume or sell it. You can still use the music for a new act.
Think of it as moving on from Nancy Drew to Dashiell Hammett.
And that’s OK!
TAKING A BREAK
Sometimes, you need a vacation.
In my case, I have not been able to construct a new act and everything that entails (new costume, finding that perfect song, more dance classes to learn new combinations) in over a year. Don’t get me wrong, there is a great deal to be said for honing your acts (a future blog post, for sure), but I want to explore new territory as I grow as a performer. How slow can I take a choreography and still be engaging my audience? How little can I start out wearing without revealing everything? What parts of my sexuality are entertaining?
Now, I have yet to meet a dancer who doesn’t have a shoebox of bits or fabric for a costume they are thinking about, a notebook with ideas, a playlist of potential music. But the one thing we can’t ferret away is time. And taking time off from performing—and committing to it—can seem daunting, as so much of our careers are built on hustle—the next show, the next gig, the next networking event. But I can share with you the idea of bringing to life an act that has been in my pipeline for 2+ years is even more exciting than any gig that might pop up in my hiatus. (And PS—the hiatus is of your own doing. If a gig pops up that is so good, you can break it.)
You may also need a vacation from other aspects of burlesque. Maybe you need to make up for some sleep-deprivation when you return home at 1am only to be up at 6am for your day job. Maybe you are nursing an injury and want to give it time to heal. Maybe you are just tired of the drama and need to take a break from performing and sit in an audience and be reminded why you fell in love with burlesque in the first place. (This is one of many, MANY reasons I recommend attending festivals, to see the larger community and get inspired again.)
So take a few weeks off, make a big fuss about your last show for X weeks, and a bigger fuss for your triumphant return with a new act. We’re all freelance so we can set our schedules to fit our needs.
And that’s OK!
And maybe after you’ve made you solo debut you decided it wasn’t worth it. Maybe you’ve given it a good run, but you do not see yourself doing it in ten years (Lord knows I didn’t!), maybe you’d like to have free time and disposable income back. Maybe, you are done.
No one talks about an exit strategy for something as ephemeral as live theater, which was going on long before you showed up, and will continue long after you have left. There have been plenty of performers here in LA that no longer perform (Bunny Bravo, where are you?), yet the scene keeps moving and growing. But at some point, you’ll have to decide if you are turning pro, or just going through the motions because you spent 3, 5, 7 years doing it and not sure how to stop. And we’ve seen that performer, haven’t we? Costume is a little shabby, there is a lack of enthusiasm in the body, a deadness in the eyes on stage as if they are reciting by rote, not by passion.
Maybe you’re not quitting, but only doing a few specialty shows a year (like busting out that Rudolph the Red Pastie Reindeer act at Xmas or at a Burlesque Hall of Fame fundraiser). Maybe you’ll spend your last year in the footlights as a farewell tour leading up to your final performance. But no matter how you do it, you have to do what’s right for you and what’s right for the audiences, because when entertaining them is no longer a factor, it’s time to hang up that g-string, tuck away those pasties and show fliers for you grandchild to find.
And that’s OK!
THE ORGANIZED DANCER pt 2
These are the pictures of what the BeautyButler.co can do for you!
This—this!—is the way my make-up bag looked. Crammed and filthy. Just so you can get a better idea, I dumped it all out. (Yes, most make-up bags are part Tardis!)
The Beauty Butler© is two parts: an organizer board and sticky velcro dots that you apply to your make-up, brushes, etc. And they certainly give you plenty of dots! I have quite a few left over so when I use up a product like my foundation, I won’t have to worry about buying more sticky dots.
I have to say that I got super excited to see my brushes organized, rather falling out of the brush roll I had been using. And I tried to organize the boards into brushes, staples that I always have in my bag (foundation, lipsticks, glitters, black shadow for liner, container that holds pastie tape and eyelash glue, etc.) and one of just eye shadows. Normally, I only bring the eye shadow colors I use for a gig (I don’t feel the need to bring it all with me). There were certain things I kept off the boards, simply because I always keep my pliers in the back pocket, etc. And when as a dancer you need something like pliers, you probably are already in a panic situation, so I decided to go with the muscle memory of what I keep in my bag and where.
Although Beauty Butler© does give you a clear vinyl bag, I discovered to my delight that the boards fit in my existing pink glitter make-up bag.
And the best part? I can leave just the eye shadow board at home, pull off only the ones I need, and not have to worry about a houseguest knocking off all my eye shadows of the shelf when they head to the bathroom at night!