just get dancey.
14th October 2011 | everyday life | 1 comment
FIRST. The hair experiment. When I woke up I realized it looked exactly the same as when I went to sleep. Surely beauty magazines know what they’re talking about, so I thought.. perhaps if I kind of comb out the crunchy mousse remnants…
{that is my “i am really unimpressed” face.. which looks a lot like my “this probably will not work out too well” face}
“Oh well,” I thought and with that I drove across town to my mom’s house.
SECOND. After holding my kitten and laying on my bed with my cat, I went on a tap-shoe hunt. Over the years I’ve owned many pairs of tap shoes. The classic white shiny ones, the black shiny ones, the classy adult heels and then after I switched to a more serious dance studio, a serious pair of tap shoes. Not that all tap shoes aren’t serious, but I always thought these were really legit.
{L: there was a small cute vanity, so I found a “princess fund” jar and a painting with my name and made it my own. R: me and tiffany. C: tap shoes we are discussing}
So back to the tap shoes. I, of course, cannot tap dance with red and white polka dotted ribbons. It’s been at least 10 years since I wore shoes with any kinds of ribbons, actually. I dug around and found some pink ribbon I had left over from camp.
and then I went to the garage and got down to business.
There was something really magical about that first moment I was waiting for iTunes to open and I aimlessly started tapping in place. It was as if just yesterday I learned new steps in class and was determined to perfect them.
Twenty five minutes later this was me:
{that is my “how could I forget how much I love tap dancing”/”I am sweatier than when I jog for 45 minutes”/”that was the fastest 25 minutes of my life” face}
Then, you guys.
Then I decided to see what 25 minutes of tap dancing had done to my hair.
{that is my “this is never happening again”/”WHEN WILL MY HAIR GROW OUT”/”is it just me or is one side of my hair significantly longer than the other?” face}
All/most of my dreams that I wrote down revolve around art. About living art, being daring with it, not stifling it because of the pressures of people who don’t understand that I process life through creativity. It’s been years since “dance” has been a part of my creative process.
And all I can say is…
Welcome back, happy feet.
10/14/2011
14th October 2011 | everyday life | 4 comments
I am a sucker for magazines. and the things they say. and I read recently in some magazine that if you want to have nice hair, you should put plenty of mousse in it before you go to bed {making it all crunchy} because it will loosen by the morning. And since I am so desperate for my hair to not look like I stuck my finger in a light socket I decided to try it. Except I’m starting to think that perhaps it was a tip for people with curly hair, not “frizzy, bumpy hair.” So this is what I currently look like:
Clearly there are four boxes there and I only got 3. I got the salted caramel, peppermint & toasted marshmallow. For $10! On Starbucks.com, one box is $6.49 .. so clearly I got a good deal.
I tell you this because I just made the peppermint hot cocoa and it is delicious. You should buy some for the winter… and invite me over to drink it, I am just saying.
I wish I could tell you that I am not angry that TommyK has the #1 high score for “Hey Soul Sister” on the Glee Karaoke app and the user “stephanieamber” has the #2, 3, 4 & 5 spots. Unfortunately that would be a lie. and I also wish I could tell you that after I typed that sentence I definitely did not go in the living room and sing it twice more in hopes of gaining the #1 spot again. But that would be a lie as well.
Suddenly it’s 1 am and I’m still awake. Today I made a list of my dreams. Big dreams. and I made a list of end years resolutions, small steps towards big dreams. and tomorrow I plan on diving in headfirst. First order of business: brush up on my tap dancing. This dare to dream thing is fun.
