...and not like a car alignment "shimmy".
Tomorrow morning I will be going to the Northern Lights Dance Fest with my friend Shannon (sadly blog-less, but she IS a knitter). We will not be knitting. I will be learning how to dance with a sword. I'm not sure what purpose "sword dancing" serves, but it's one of those tricks that a thirty-something professional should be able to pull out of her sleeve on short notice.
Just think of the situations in which a sword would be handy:
Mace? Hell no, I can use my sword.
License to carry? Nope, sword-wielding p.m.s.-er, thank you very much.
People pissing me off at work? Sword.
Don't like the books I've been assigned this term? Machete-style sword.
See? Truly a useful skill. I'm sure no one will notice that the sword is delicately balanced on my head while I'm doing a middle eastern jig and looking like I'm having a seizure. I probably wouldn't need to even use the sword, I'd just scare onlookers. But, to see that you'll need to see the pictures that I post when I get back.
And just for fun, for Eye Candy Friday, here is a closeup shot of my hip scarf, AKA- the jingly butt scarf.
