Inspire Belly Dance: The Beginning

Helping Dilara run contests and promotions highlighting the awesome stories of belly dance is probably one of the most fulfilling parts of my job (other than rifling through boxes of new clothing and, you know, getting to hang out with belly dancers all day).

But this Inspire Belly Dance contest? It has been tears-city for this girl, right here.

First of all, I have this really bad habit of relating to every single sad or rough statement in the questionnaires the nominees must answer, making it difficult to make it through a Q&A without a box of tissues (thanks go to OfficeGoddessJen for always keeping the office stocked with tissues).

Second of all, I was tasked with writing these inspire pieces, and heaven knows I've never written anything without feeling it deeper than I do the bottom of a Ben and Jerry's Pint (ok, it's getting past my bedtime and the metaphors are stretched. Sorry)

Third of all, hormones.

So over the next couple of days, I'm going to make you feel my pain by highlighting each of the Inspire Belly Dance nominees and the section of their story that made me make elephant noises into my tear-tissues. Thank me later.

Things I Thought I Already Explained

For a while, my close friend and I have been discussing her entry into belly dance. As in, I want her to, and she's dragging her feet. Actually, I've been dragging a lot of friends kicking and screaming toward the art form, but that's because it'll be good for them. All they have to do, is listen to me!

So here's the reasons I want her to dance:
1. She loves yoga
2. She's grace-impaired, like myself
3. She has knee problems so she can't run
4. She's secure in her own body, she just wants to tone up a little
5. She's a total free spirit who plays by her own rules

Sound familiar?

I mean, clearly she's a dancer in the making!

I thought I had her on board with the belly dance train, and she recently mentioned a desire to lose a few pounds, but she's low on cash. I suggested maybe she try out some beginner DVD's  to get hooked, and then drop in on a class with Dilara (who, in case you didn't know, is a fantastic teacher).

All of a sudden she says, "I don't know. Can I really use belly dancing as a workout?"



Sigh. I'll let you picture my face.

The Diva In Us All

Last night, I had the pleasure of working as a cigarette girl for a 1940's Fashion Show, hosted by a local museum. I was asked to dress as closely to the period as possible, and they would provide me with gloves, a hat, and a cigarette box.

Now, if you don't know me in person, you won't know that I rarely change my hair. I'm a "if my hair can't be done in 5 minutes, I'm not doing it" person. I wear my hair pretty much the same way every day, but it's low maintenance hair so it works for me.

To prepare for the event, I started researching the 1940's online and discovered that, due to the war restrictions, clothing had to last from the 1930's, so fashion remained the same. Women used more and more elaborate hairstyles to make up for the fact that they were essentially wearing last seasons clothing.

Great! I thought to myself. But I found a really fantastic blogger who had pretty low maintenance hairstyle tips from the 1940's. So unfortunately my HipMix.net officemates had to put up with me wearing weird hairstyles for awhile.

On the day of the event, I found myself in a predicament. I don't have a curling iron, and my schedule did not allow for me curling my hair at the event. I would need to be mostly ready before I stepped foot in the venue. Since my hair is naturally curly, I thought to myself, maybe if I create my own ringlets, the effect will be the same. So after I stepped out of the shower, I parted my hair, combed it out with a wide tooth comb, and then hand created ringlets, squeezing out the excess water as I went. I did this all around my head, making larger ringlets at the back, and then I went back and put mousse all in my hair for hold and de-frizzing effects.

The effect worked! I had perfect little ringlets. Well, at least on one side of my head. The other side I towel dried first, thinking it would still work. It didn't, by the way. So don't do that. No towels!

At work, we've been preparing our Diva week, which was getting me pretty hyped up for the fashion show. I kept thinking to myself that all I wanted to do was get home and put makeup on! I don't think I've ever felt that way.

This is probably the first time that I really got what Dilara means when she talks about putting on her belly dance costume. There's something in the effort, the consideration, that makes you feel like a different person. I mean, I'm still me - just a different version. It was exhilarating to say the least. The compliments didn't hurt, either.

After the fashion show, I was feeling like more people needed to see all my effort. So I took the show on the road.

Next time? I'm researching period language and I'm only going to use period speech when in costume.

Before I leave you, here's an awesome makeup artist with great tutorials: http://www.kandeej.com/
And don't forget to enter our Diva contest! http://HipMix.net/share.php

The Skinny Curse

Wow! It's been awhile since I've last posted. It would be an understatement to say that life has been crazy at the HipMix.net office, what with Dilara being in a national magazine, our new shopping experience, as well as several to-be-mentioned-later initiatives (that I'm super excited about!!).

I recently received a comment (or ok, let's be real, saw that someone had commented on one of the random times I check my blog to see if I've become super popular) and it was someone who felt a little offended about my rant on skinny women being models and how they generally freak me out.

I'm kidding, of course. Skinny people don't really freak me out.

I guess when I view a skinny person, I transpose my personal experiences with weight loss on them. We tend to view the world through a lens created by our own history, and therefore see things with a bias. I've struggled with body image my whole life, and thus have to find fuller figured women to look up to in order to combat my own personal issues with weight.

In the search to provide people with "healthy" role models, we often overlook those women who struggle with their weight in a different way - struggle to GAIN as opposed to lose.

It's an interesting idea, and hopefully one Dilara will tackle for me soon (PLEASE?).

In any case, she closed with a remark that's stuck with me since I read it: that belly dancers are not supportive of skinny dancers. Wowzers - anyone see that trend?

Sarcastic Belly Dance

So things have been super hectic over here at HipMix.net.
It's our birthday (I upgraded our logo to party status).
We launched a site redesign (and I don't think it's possible that anyone's happier about it than me).
We got our own news segment (and I got to go backstage!).

But blatant self promotion aside, I was doing some thinking the other day.
One thing I love about dance is that a person's personality can really come across while they are dancing. It's really interesting to see.

And then I thought... so if I were a better dancer, would my dance style be sarcastic?
What would a sarcastic belly dance even look like?

Hope you guys are having great lives out there!

Things You Can Generally Expect at the HipMix Office

When you arrive, you can pretty much expect these things:

1. Dilara walks in with a Diet Rock Star in hand, bags covering every inch of her body
2. Christina rolls in late with sunglasses on, pretending she's a rock star herself, with a story about either falling down while getting ready or how she spilled coffee on herself
3. Haley is in place, ready with a pack of gum, to tell Dilara about the craziest belly dance news of the day
4. Kaitlyn has texted everyone about three times to see what we want at Sonic Happy Hour (swear they know us by name and order)

During the day, you are guaranteed one of these things happen:

1. Dilara yells, "Oh my God!" because she has now read that crazy thing Haley was telling her about
2. Haley's cell phone goes off and everyone mimics it
3. Christina dances because she can't handle her life
4. Kaitlyn giggles in the most adorable way ever
5. We all have a pow-wow over anything from clothing styles, latest controversies, HipMix business, or where to find the new Rock Star flavor

And if you're lucky, you may experience:

1. Christina yelling at the Better Business Bureau rep who comes to the door
2. Haley having a freak out because she gets to be a part of a Mardi Gras float
3. Amelia bringing in a new clothing item that the whole team tries to rip out of her hands
4. Dilara having a taste test of her new Almond Champagne
5. Kaitlyn turning beet red at the mention of Conan O'Brien
6. Jen sharing her lunch with you because you forgot yours

It's a good life in the Belly Dance Office!

A HipMix.net Life: The Sitcom Begins

I have a bad habit of wanting to explain everything.

I don't know where this idea embedded in my brain that anyone might actually care, but I can't help myself. If you meet me out, I'll probably tell you my life story, embarrassing details & all, in about 5 minutes.

In the spirit of telling more than is natural, I'd like to start a series on "Life at HipMix.net" to show what's it's like working in a small office full of people passionate about Belly Dance. I'm gonna write it like a sitcom because, well, I want to.

Meet the Characters:

What Does a Belly Dancer Look Like?

Dilara has a great blog on "what an American looks like". I'd like to expand that further and talk about... what does a belly dancer look like?
I test drove some cars this past weekend while I debated taking my current vehicle off life support (it made it through the night and should live to see a few more thousand miles).

When I told the car salesman I worked for HipMix.net, he said, "Oh I sold a car to a belly dancer a few weeks ago. But she wasn't what I expected a belly dancer to look like."

Before you started belly dancing, what did you think a belly dancer should look like?

What is your opinion now?