This year, I chose to show a different side of Rosewood Cross. A softer side. A side where ladies go to be...in the company of other ladies. I give you...Beaver Mews.
No one's schlong is out in Beaver Mews, just sayin'.
The new piece for my village this year is the Nine Ladies Dance Conservatory!! Established earlier in the century by dance (and dancer) enthusiast, the Duchess of Marylebone, the school accepts nine willing, nubile young ladies every year for ... dance training.
The dancers are accompanied by resident violinist Magda, who really knows how to work the strings! Just, like, such magic fingers and REALLY nice hands. Sadly for many a love-lorn dancer, Magda prefers the plum duff of Helena, who runs the tea cart.
Though she is regularly upbraided by her employer, Mrs. Brimm, for choosing a location with little traffic, Helena often sets up the tea cart within earshot of the Nine Ladies, so that she can hum along with Magda's adagios and dream about rosining Magda's bow in their flat above Mrs. Brimm's Tea Room.
When a lady needs some tea and crumpets and doesn't want to deal with nuts, she goes to Mrs. Brimm's. Best brunch in town and Mrs. Brimm also gives seminars on power dynamics in the back room on Monday nights, for the shy but determined D/s crowd.
When dancers from the Nine Ladies Conservatory graduate, their dream is to perform for the roaring crowd in the cabaret upstairs at the Piccadilly Gallery. The Gallery is full of dark corners, for doing dark deeds and many ladies leave there with their skirts a-quiver.
On your way home from the show with your sweetheart? Why not buy a posy from Eliza? Her name is Doolittle, but Eliza actually does... A LOT. If you know what I mean. And I think that you do. Because it is not a subtle joke.
Now, if you look REAL close at the last photo, you might notice there's a dragon in the lower right hand corner. What is up with the dragon? Whence the dragon, Roro? Well, STAY TUNED, because this non-stop village thrill ride HAS A PART THREE THIS YEAR OMG.
