I told you that I was going to do some stuff in February that ought to be good for a laugh, if nothing else. One of these things is belly dancing. My cousin, Kirsten, convinced me to take a belly dancing class with her. In truth, she didn’t have to work too hard to convince me. If at all, I’ve been thinking about taking one for a while. It’s my theory that a class like belly dancing might give me a tiny smidgeon of physical coordination. And every little bit helps.

My first class is this Thursday evening. Kirsten started last week, but I had a thing, so I couldn’t go. There are belly dancing supplies that are needed for class. For example, a hip scarf. From what I understand, it’s not just the ability to move in such a way as to make the little coins jingle, but also to be able to move in certain ways and not make them jingle. This is my hip scarf, currently on it’s way to me via USPS:

We also have these little finger cymbals, called zills. Last week, Kirsten said she flung a zil across the room. I’m thinking, we should sharpen the edges, get really good, and then go on the market as belly dancing assassins!

I’ll let you know how the whole thing works out. I just wanted to show off my little hip scarf because it’s so pretty and sparkly.