Sunday, October 5, 2008
Hoop thief, and other tales of motherhood
Yup, that's my hoop you see, and notice I am not in it. I got the child her own hoop, a lovely pink sparkly, glow in the dark Kid-O from Hoopnotica but no, that wasn't good enough. Nope, she wanted mine, the travel hoop. I'm not sure why, it's bigger (not her size at all), heavier, and, quite frankly, clunky compared to a regular hoop since it comes apart. Who knows, kids are like that. You sit down to eat and they are worse than dogs, they will steal the food right out of your mouth and it doesn't matter if you have made them their own plate of the same food they want yours.
Apparently same goes for a hoop, they want yours and it doesn't matter if yours isn't as pretty and doesn't fit. Whatever. I used hers for a bit and it works. A bit small for my hips but I made do. Plus the other people there always bring spares so I tried others out too. I'm going to break down eventually and buy a buncha irrigation tubing and tape and probably make a few of my own some day. If I buy one made by one of the other ladies they run about $45 a hoop so I might as well make my own right? I suffer from these issues, I get crafty because I figure I should make my own *insert name of what ever here*, be it cards, scrapbook, Ren Faire costume, quilt, hair falls (love those, so much fun to make), jewelry (I should take a pic of the bracelet I took a thousand hours to make, you guys will love it). It's something I'm terrible about, I will get crafty about just about anything rather then pay someone else to make it. Unless it requires some expensive piece of machinery, I will buy it from someone else then. Like the mama pads, I won't buy the press that puts the snaps in, not worth it.
Back to the Austin hooping trip, fun one this time, no stupid drivers or traffic, the kid had fun, there was an after hooping trip to Freddie's for food again (no entertainer this time, too late in the day) but the dogs were all there so the kid was still content. Oh and I didn't get pics but a few husbands came along (not mine, he was at work) and they were super hooping too, even on stilts...I know, no pics but I was hooping while they were. Maybe next time.
Oh and even more importantly I finally mastered the art of hip hooping! Hooping on the hips, not the waist, not so easy. Now this is a basic that has been eluding me for some time now and I have no idea why. Actually I have no idea why I can do it now. Maybe I just wasn't paying attention and that's all I needed to do. It was explained in detail on the instructional video but if you've ever seen the Hoopnotica girls, they are soooo skinny! They show their belly/hip region and point out where you should be pushing the hoop with your hips. But I can't tell because they have boy hips! Like 10 yr old boy hips. How in the world am I supposed to find the corresponding body parts on me?!?! Yeah, um, ah, no. I just could not find those parts. Rewind, play, try...hoop falls to floor. Repeat. And again. This was for like a month. Or two. Maybe 3, or 4. Skipped for a few months because it was kinda depressing, not like a complicated move or something, it was hip hooping for crying out loud. Now that I have it I am going to chalk it up to the fact that I was trying to figure it out using a skinny chick as an example and all the women I hooped with today are normal sized. Lord forbid...