Dance, dance, dance

It was a nice weekend, with the dress rehearsal of Sense of Bellydance on Friday going smoothly. We're doing performance project based on the phases in a woman's life and I am doing 'birth'. With music from a life Celtic harpist. Wearing all white with a draped multicolor veil, making me feel like a unicorn. Let's hope it turns out to be good fusion!

Second dance-activity was meeting with the Dalla Dream Dancers and taking pictures of Laudie's costume stash. In essence, we played dress up for three hours straight :-) Because we can! On Tuesday night we met again and worked on our Oum Kolthoum- alf Leyla performance. We'd like to perform this piece for cultural events or Arabic audience, as it is really nifty. We're doing some really cool things as a group and it is nice to talk to each other. The bad news is that on my way back home, I got stuck in a traffic jam due to an accident on the highway. This is very unusual at 22.00, we were standing still for almost 45 minutes while police and first aid drove past. I hope nobody got killed. By the time we got moving again, I felt rushed to get home in time for Eliza's 11'o clock feeding.

For next Saturday I need to do some quick costuming, like making a wrap top from two yellow scarfs I found in a dollar bin, and decorating a purple bra so I have an outfit that blends in with my students. I thought I didn't have anything purple but then I remembered Dunya gave me a purple Arabesque skirt/sleeve set, and I borrowed a hipscarf from Roos. Bought a purple bra at the discount store and I fully intend to spice it up with some appliques and trim and wear it with the original bra straps. I spent too many years caring about constructing costumes like brick houses, and I recently noticed that with my hair length I can totally get away with wearing the original straps without anyone noticing. Muwahahah!!!!

cute anekdotes

Yesterday I got home late and after the 23.15 feeding I played and hugged a bit with Eliza before putting her to bed. She was tired but not sleeping yet and our government is promoting teaching children to fall asleep by themselves, as research shows that they sleep longer and easier. So I put her in her crib, put my hand on her chest and start telling her the fairytale of the princess, the gold ball and the frog. E. was already in bed and he played the part of the frog/prince with funny voices, I did the rest. It was real fun even though I was sooooo tired. By the end of the story Eliza's eyes were slowly falling shut. I clambered in bed and gave E a hug. That totally felt like a parenting success.

This morning we were all very tired. Well, E and I were tired. The dog and the kid have plenty of energy. I made breakfast downstairs, two ricecakes with gouda cheese and a cup of buttermilk. Then I got upstairs to help E with getting Eliza ready. When I got downstairs again, the dog drank half of the buttermilk and ate one of the rice cakes with cheese. She was totally unapologetic, her muzzle was covered in buttermilk as was the table and the floor. It was so funny, it made me miss my train so I got to work late and I am now catching up. OF all the reasons to be late at work, 'the dog ate my breakfast' is probably the funniest one in a long time.