We were running late, darting around the apartment grabbing jingly hipscarves, applying and re-applying smudged eyeliner and dashing out the door five minutes before we were supposed to be at the studio. Lots of cursing and swearing en route, freezing air turning the bare skin of our bellies to goosebumps as we sprinted from the parking lot to the ( Read more... )

After class yesterday, my first-ever dance-compliment (and by the teacher ( Read more... )

I can now layer a hip slide over a shimmy!! Yesssssss!!!

Belly dancing: it's so wonderful to be completely and totally obsessed with something that isn't a man again.

( dancer musings )