On Fridays I like to look back at what has held me wonderstruck during the week. This week it is hula hooping. Weird, I know.
In the past few months I've stumbled across a number of hula hoop dance videos. Did you know you could dance with a hula hoop? I did not. So, I've been mesmerized, wonderstruck even, by videos of women dancing gracefully and joyfully with what I thought was just an annoyingly difficult kid toy.
Take, for example, this woman... (then keep reading because there's more after the video)
Now I want to learn how to dance with a hula hoop. It looks like a really fun way to exercise, blow off steam, or just get creative. So when my husband asked what I wanted for my birthday earlier this month, I gave him a link to a "professional" hula hoop for beginning dancers, because apparently you aren't supposed to try this with a small kiddie version from a big box store.
Because I have an amazing husband, my stepson presented me with a card on my birthday that said he ordered me a hula hoop for my birthday and it was on its way. Incidentally, after ordering the hoop, they got an email thanking them for their order and letting them know it would take three weeks to get it out (that's before shipping).
We all wondered how a hula hoop gets shipped. I was picturing a large square box about one inch thick with the hoop slid snugly inside.
What I saw on my doorstep earlier this week was this:
Not very subtle, is it? I texted the picture to my husband who said, "What makes you think it's a hula hoop?"
I couldn't tear into it just then. I wanted to wait and let my husband see the painstakingly wrapped hoop.
Now, I should probably mention that while I danced for a few short years in high school and college, I think I've only hula hooped maybe twice in my entire life. And not well. What makes me think I can do anything nearly as impressive as the girl in the video is beyond me.
Still it seems amazingly fun to try and there's really nothing to lose.
So when my husband came home from work that day, I beamed as I showed him the package that potentially was, though we can't say for sure until we open it, a hula hoop. I was giddy. My husband looked at me jumping up and down and said, "you want to try it while it's still wrapped up, don't you?"
Well, really, wouldn't you?
Gliding the alleged hoop over my head and around my waist, I paused, realizing I have never successfully hula hooped. This is awkward.
Right there in my living room, I gave it a spin and moved my midsection in a front-back motion just like a woman showed in another video I had seen. Front, back, front, back, front, back. The hoop was spinning! It stayed around my waist just like it was supposed to. Victory!
"You're concentrating really hard, aren't you?" my husband said.
"Yeah, why?" I replied (while keeping the hoop spinning, thank you very much).
"Because your tongue is sticking out." He knows me so well. Well enough to know that when I concentrate I stick my tongue out. It looks very smart, I'm sure.
Anyhow, we unwrapped the paper and tape that spiraled all the way around. And wouldn't you know it, we uncovered a hula hoop. Shocking!
Now I'll have to watch a few how-to videos to see what kind of trouble I can get into. And to encourage frequent use, I've left my beautiful hoop leaning against my desk where I can see it and snatch it up easily.
If nothing else, I imagine smiling and laughing a lot while playing with my new toy. There's certainly something wonderstruck in that.
What were you wonderstruck by this week? Let me know in the comments or on my Facebook page.
Wishing you a wonderstruck weekend!