{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Moulin Rouge: The Broadway Musical &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"R5DxaP0AW8\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/moulin-rouge-broadway\/\">Moulin Rouge: The Broadway Musical<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/moulin-rouge-broadway\/embed\/#?secret=R5DxaP0AW8\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Moulin Rouge: The Broadway Musical&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"R5DxaP0AW8\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I fell in love with\u00a0Moulin Rouge when I was 10. Even though I was too young to grasp the undertones in its storyline fully, I was just old enough to understand the power of femininity and romance. I was entranced. Enthralled. Fully seduced by the melancholy glamour of a magical underworld, tucked away in Monmartre\u2014so much so that though years had passed, it permeated my subconscious and infiltrated my wardrobe. (And most likely inspired a desire to perform, which explains how I managed to finagle an alternate universe where I moonlight as a dancer. Sometimes.) Of all the quirky things I own, this Discount Universe number\u2014a mad, polka-dotted confectionary of a mini dress\u2014qualifies as the most insane, possibly out-of-place piece in my wardrobe. I had to have\u00a0The Montana the moment I laid eyes on it, and for two years, it hung unworn in my closet, not yet christened with memory. I never regretted the purchase even when I flicked past it, or chose another dress in favor of something less&#8230;frilly. Because its moment came. I had tickets to see Moulin Rouge! on Broadway a second time (!) and this was the only dress I could possibly wear for the occasion.&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/IMG_4949-1.jpg"}