It's still November, and there's still no glam in my life. Maybe next week, or maybe even on Friday (after the dreaded music test). But now there's just my studies and some involuntary music practising.
So once again I'm showing off a different Lina, voilà my alter ego idlaflickan* (idla girl), the one standning to the right.
Look, there's lycra, some glitter, tons of light blue shimmering eye shadow - and I'm in the spotlight, sort of. Trust me, there is, even though you can't see it on dad's blurry photo (I have yet to figure out how to hold a camera while handling those balls)
Actually I'm not at all like an idla girl. Last week someone made a very wise post about glam being all about being comfortable in your skin (can't find the link, sorry). That lycra is almost tighter than my skin and not at all comfortable. I don't like wearing fleshings, blue eye shadow and not having my hair let down. Idla girls are supposed to smile, sort of like one of those well coiffed delightful house wives in an ad drom the 50's, and I find that hard when my hands are trembling ("mustnotdroptheballs, mustnotdroptheballs, mustnotdroptheballs...") and my knees are shaking with stage fright.
After all, I don't think I'm very glamorous. At least not like an idla girl. I prefer just being me, Lina tout simplement.
*Still, I adore idla (after 15 years the motions and the music runs in my veins). I'll never be a real idla girl, but how could I? The real idlaflickorna were famous during the 60's, they're old today (and very interesting to chat with). If you don't know about idla, don't worry, unless you're 50+ and from Sweden, or maybe Estonia, then shame on you - we were famous! :)