Showing posts with label My Inner Dancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Inner Dancer. Show all posts

Monday, November 03, 2008

You Want Me to Accentuate It?!

Last Monday, the woman who teaches our african dance class was out of town. Did we just go home and sit on our asses? Well, yeah, but only after class!

Candace, one of our fellow classmates, gave us a belly dance lesson! Talk about awesome. There were veils and jingly shawls to go around your hips. (You only want those if you're really good, otherwise the jingling at the wrong time gives you away.)

It makes you feel sexy and curvaceous. (No, that's not a kind of dinosaur. Read a book!)

There are a few moves that will, hopefully, help us rid ourselves of our muffin tops. Think of a figure 8 with your hips, with your knees bent and your gut sucked in as far as it will go.

Today, Deja's back so we're returning to the dark continent.

*Jingle, jingle*