Shifting Around

While teaching my dance class, I couldn't help but notice my reflection in the mirror. I'm definitely losing weight. Although I'm not sad to see the little bit of tum pudge leave, I am sorry my muscles are vamoosing. Still, my waist is definitely more defined. It's a wonder what overwork paired with lack of weight-training will do to a physique. I just hope I've got enough muscle and fat to get me through the next two weekends of dancing. With a two-day dance workshop this weekend and a twenty-minute performance next weekend, I'm going to need all the stamina I can get.

I think my soldering is progressing. Today, I soldered together six new bezel settings for my tribal belt, and the soldering job looks pretty darned good! I have almost all of the time-consuming work done. The sewing and stone-setting should be a breeze in comparison. I decided to cut up the purple cotton fabric I wove a couple of weeks ago for the detail work. It matches the tassels very well. And, to top it off, I was gifted with a small piece of vintage assuit in exactly the right shade of purple. I might even be able to use a little bit of it on my belt and still have some left over for my research project. Hoorah! With all of the silver, vintage fabric, and handwork done, this belt will easily be worth about $500. No one would ever pay that much for it, though, I figure. At least, no one I know.

Normally, I'd be in bed right now, but Patricia, a fellow dancer and vendor from Nova Scotia (who's giving me crash space this weekend!) phoned up, and we chatted for far too long. Maybe I'll dream about dancing tonight....

Not Senseless

I just heard a car pull out of a driveway in a hurry accompanied by the obvious sound of someone tossing a bottle onto the pavement. I also hear the rousing cheers of a game of street hockey. Traffic susurrates along the road, and my finger tap-a-tap on my keyboard.

The taste of buckwheat pasta, tomato sauce, and chicken lingers in my mouth, but I can't smell anything.

I feel tired, and the space key beneath my finger is as smooth as a polished piece of silver.

Everything seems to be in shades of grey and beige. One of the lightbulbs in my room has burnt out, and sucked the colour into its glassy black hole.

I want to do something creative, but I'm too tired. I'd like to work on a new project, but I don't have the time for it. Maybe I will in a week or two, but I doubt it. It all depends on how quickly I can get my homework done. Tonight, I'm taking it easy, though. Maybe I'll read. I seldom get the opportunity, anymore, and my current book is doing a pretty good job of drawing me in. Maybe I'll even read in the bath! Now that is a great idea!