And then it was March...

I have been so busy the past few weeks - if I was a dog, I would be dizzy from chasing my tail.  

No time to fart, as my dear mum would have said!

One weekend spent painting a basement.  

One cold, dull blue bedroom transformed into warm inviting guest room.  Woe betide any child that dares even breathe in there.

Then two weekends spent ferrying children to rehearsals 

and photo days - with all of us getting into practice again for the dreaded Dance Competition Season (that I hate, and they love) which kicks off next month.  

Four costume changes, each...

 add curly ponytail, remove curly ponytail, 

add ear rings, no ear rings, 

black tights, beige tights - are you paying attention back there?

I am now becoming expert on 

"How-to-make-your-sweet-innocent-child-look-10-years-older-by-slathering-her-in-lipstick-and-make-up-and-false-eyelashes".  

Just a bit too much of the "Tantrums and Tiaras" for my liking!

I then dedicated last weekend just to me - soothing my stressed out soul.  I sing alto with a local choral group - very low-key (ha ha, geddit) and just a lovely community choir numbering about 35 on a good day.   

We sing just about anything, from pop to traditional hymns, 

to funky spirituals and jazz and a  

touch of the Chattanooga Choo Choos!

(That's me in the centre with pink glasses, looking so bloomin' serious!!)

We were all invited to take part in a whole weekend workshop with Calgary's Mount Royal University choral group Kantorei - and what a treat that was.  

They are all, like, proper singers! 

And I finally realized one of my ambitions - to sing a "big" choral number.  This one was Achieved Is the Glorious Work from The Creation by Haydn.  

Somewhat overwhelming for an amateur like me, if I'm honest - but enormous fun trying to keep up!

And I just loved the windows at St Matthews United Church (26a Street SW, Calgary) where we did our mini concert.  

Very contemporary. 

And as the afternoon sun moved, we were all singing and our shirts were bathed in bright patches of colour.  

I had a blue arm and a red chest.

And finally, last night, one more concert raising money for our local foodbank. 

I tell you, I am pooped.  I need a holiday.

Oh wait, I have a holiday.  In about 26 hours.  Yay!

  

It'll be Spring in Calgary when I return.  

Perhaps.  Allegedly. Maybe.