Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I've picked up a new past-time.
You may all stop sniggering now. *heh*
Over the last week or so, I've been following an instructional DVD on how to belly dance. The moves are easy to pick up but rather tricky to master. It really helps that the video is clear and concise and has a lovely Middle Eastern soundtrack. I've been doing shimmies, hip rolls, belly rolls and what have you. Just today, while waiting for the ground beef to brown, I started practicing my snake arms. Dishwashing time is also perfect for doing the hip shimmies. Just don't stand too close to the sink or you might end up bumping your knees. Like I did.
The only whinge I have is this: When doing her chest rolls, the instructress' torso becomes a mass of undulating waves, which is captivating to watch. When I do it, the best I can muster up is a mass of tiny ripples, even though I've got the technique correct. I brought it up to my husband this morning, throwing in a mini demonstration to illustrate my point. In true typical fashion, he says," Well - maybe you need a belly, to belly dance."
I don't know if I should feel happy or not.
Labels: home life
The Dutchess of Cookalot whipped this up at 7:50 pm