I’m Growing Up In The Wrong Period

I’ve always said I have a soft spot for 2 era’s.

 Venice in 1700’s circa Casanova and La Fince… Hence, my love of historical fencing (first lesson last night)
 Chicago 1920’s – 1930’s the Roaring Twenties / Jazz Era

Venice:

The Baroque period. Dressing in extravagant gowns, attending Venetian Canaverale in masquerade. Cordially invited to the Opera listening to Vivaldi play the violin or himself, Bach conducting...

Enriching music, paramount historical advances, high treason, conquering land, marriages in aid of setting up alliances, a very different time…

Who would I have been? Such different times… A librarian was held in high regard in those times and it was not appropriate for a woman to work, A Venetian Courtesan? It would be the only way to live, I'd be traded in marriage to conquer more land...

I blame watching The Court Jester, exposure to Opera, fascination of Casanova’s seductions.

Chicago:

Seeing Floor Play a couple weeks ago, I was dreamy, whimsical, I watched Chicago for a little hit. I wanted to be Velma Kelly.

I love the music, I love the fashion, I love the men, I love the little bugsy car’s, I love the ol’ fashion ideals.

I think ‘who would I be?’ If I lived in that era, my dream as a little girl was to a dancer, to be in shows on the stage... I’ll blame my exposure to such shows as Singin’ in the Rain and Chorus Line as I was a youngster.

I’m fully aware of Black Tuesday 1929 and life would’ve been difficult to say the least but this is my fantasy.

***Venitian Courtesan