If you follow me on Facebook, then you probably know that I’ve recently begun attending Zumba at my gym.
Here are some important factors to take into consideration before I go on:
I have little to no rhythm. Meaning that I can sing decently, but moving my feet, hips, and arms all at the same time in some coordinated fashion is foreign to me. No matter how hard I try. The only dance I’m good at is the happy dance. Okay, and maybe the pee-pee dance, but I digress.
I’m short. Actually, I’m pretty average height for a woman…but a little short. While this obviously has nothing to do with my ability to wriggle and shimmy my way to being a little healthier, it does have a huge impact on my ability to see the Zumba instructor. For now, I just try to move as much as I can and hope for the best.
Well, I attended my second Zumba session on Friday, and I was actually really excited. I had a lot of fun at my first session, even though I looked like a drowning person…without the water.
Before the class started, the instructor asked if there were any new comers. I figured since it was only my 2nd class, I should raise my hand. The girl next to me raised her hand, as well.
I asked, “You’ve never done Zumba before?”
“This is my very first time,” she replied.
Inside I was doing a little happy dance…with any luck, I wouldn’t be the only flailer today.
The music starts. People stop talking, and stand a little straighter (except the shorties, like me…we all leaned, looking around the taller people in front of us).
Soon, the instructor starts moving. I’m doing my best to keep up, based on the movements of those around me and the fast glimpses of the instructor in the mirror, when I noticed a lot of movement next to me.
“Poor thing,” I think. “She’s worse than me.” I stole a glance sideways…
Apparently, Miss Thang is a former Fly Girl, because she might as well have been teaching the class herself. She immediately picked up every move from the instructor, and proceeded to make me look like a chimpanzee doing a mating dance.
I slowly, subtly, worked my way back a row. I look bad enough without J. Lo next to me. I totally felt cheated.
But then they played Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, and I had those moves down…proof that I’ll never be a salsa dancing hip hop queen.
When I got home, I made cotton candy. It made me feel a little better, so I made a cake, too. Then, I put the two together and smiled.
I may not be a good Zumba-er, but I know how to make a happy cake.
I know I don’t usually post on Sundays, but I bought a cotton candy machine last week, and after trying it out for the first time, I was inspired.
I’ve had this pin on my Pinterest Inspiration Board for a really long time, and my first batch of cotton candy practically screamed that it wanted to be the cloud. The original inspiration is a craft tutorial for a rainy day mobile from minieco.co.uk and it’s so adorable.
…they all sank to the bottom while baking. At first I was super disappointed, but once I cut into the cake, I was actually thrilled with the results. I love how the colors sort of look like they’re running down the cake…like maybe the rain has melted them or something.
Inspiration for something can come from anywhere. If I had known when I bought my cotton candy machine that I would end up making myself such a sweet and happy cake, I would have bought it much sooner!
Happy Sunday, friends!
1 recipe Yellow Cake
1 recipe Vanilla Buttercream