Tuesday, March 20, 2012
The Sword and the Family Stone
If there's one thing I really want to learn to do, it's belly dance with a flaming sword on my head. Seriously, how cool is that? Well, actually it's kinda hot. But, my instructor doesn't teach flaming sword. Nor am I ready for the potential maiming and third degree burns that I imagine may accompany it. Yet. But I'm sure with practice and no regard for my own safety amidst my klutziness, I can get there. What I need to do is take it step by step.
Step one. I must find something to balance on my head in lieu of a sword. Because, although all my kids have asked for, priced and shopped for swords. We're pretty sure one or more of them would wind up decapitated if we actually owned one. But, what I do have is a back scratcher from that tropical itch I had when I lived in Hawaii.
Please. How easy will it be to belly dance with a back scratcher on my head? Come on. Totally easy.
Ok, the problem is that I put shine gel in my hair this morning before I put it up. Obviously this made my hair extremely slippery. A little hair spray to make it tacky will solve the problem.
So that didn't really work much better. It's probably because my hair's thin. Clearly I need thicker hair for this. Rogaine? Hair-club-women-who-wanna-be-flaming-sword-belly-dancers?
No, I need a quick solution.
Maybe that was just the wrong wig.
Or maybe, just maybe it's me. And who am I kidding? I'm just everyday people. And, I'm pretty sure the afro is a huge fire hazard. Dude, I just want to dance to the music. Wait, does Sly and the Family Stone need a dancer?