Dancing to the Belle Epoque Rubbish Day

I adore the early modern dancers of the Belle Epoque, Loie Fuller twirling with so many yards of fabric. I love looking at any photographs of the thoroughly beautiful Isadora Duncan. Swirly twirly Rodin sketches made flesh.

“Let them come forth with great strides, leaps and bounds, with lifted forehead and far-spread arms, to dance.”

~ Isadora Duncan

In looking through old images of dancers on Friday, I came across this photograph and immediately thought it just the sort of a dance I could do with the bin.


The neighbours working in their gardens braced for more dancing impact. My arms were spread wide. There was leaping. There was a little bounding.

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‘It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back’ Rubbish Day

Life has been a bit fraught, lovely people, and I have been hiding from it a little bit. When I say hiding, I mean that this morning I dressed up as Erika The Red, Viking shield maiden with a colander on my bewigged head. I am just not going to have a chance to edit dear, loopy Erika before other business calls. So, as a cop out today’s post is an older one.

It was Isadora Duncan Rubbish Day from early Spring. It was less difficult to dance then and it still makes me giggle, so here you go.



Have a wonderful week!