Doris Humphrey says, start with the end

...came to me... the floor is flooded with bottles.  We have danced through them; and then the bottle dress goddess appears in the shop/alcove.  By scale she is more than human.  She glides in. amongst the bottles, trailing her own bottles, and from the sides and upstage gallery, the ball chain spilling happens as,  the bottle dress goddess glides into the space, she starts slowly spinning... (she is on wheels, right?) and the dancers join in the spinning, sufi-trance like, spinning. 

Sufi sect dancing

But in hoop skirts frames. Which are rather umbrella reminiscent.