Sorry, I had to use that as a title after someone recently spouted it out.
Going to music festivals and such, usually those of a grass-roots nature, you tend to see a more eclectic, creative, laid-back group of folk in attendance. Which, to me, makes the festival in question that more enjoyable. People who are there to experience the music and arts for the intrinsic joy of it and for what it does and how it makes them feel. You see people on the sides of the crowd, getting all blissed out, dancing in their own world... and some of them... well, some of them come with their own equipment. The hula hoop.
For most girls, when they are little, they are exposed to the plastic ring almost like an initiation into girlihood. I was introduced to the hoop because friends of mine had it. I just never could get the damn thing to work.
Fast forward many a year and you'll find me in a sporting goods store a few months ago getting a wild hair to bust out some sure-to-be-ill-fated moves on the retail floor with one of theirs. But something happened... I GOT IT TO WORK. Granted, it was just for a few steady seconds, but for once in my life, I was totally coordinated at something right out of the gate. Shazam! I immediately wanted to buy it as an award of my accomplishment. A lost part of my childhood that I could re-claim. Instead of paying the simple $5 that it cost, I suddenly wanted to get serious. I knew a friend that hooped for realz, and I found myself wanting in on the action. The 30 seconds of circular stability I experienced had apparently gone to my head. My friend made her own hoops. I wanted to make my own, too, dammit!
This past Sunday, I finally got my wish. The home team I used to skate with in the Carolina Rollergirls league, the Debutante Brawlers, was having their annual "Day of the Deb" celebration. Basically it's another excuse for us all to get together, sans wheels, while eating, drinking, and shooting the shit. This time, though, we had a little arts and crafts session, and a few of us got to hoop makin', guided by the lovely Holly Wanna Crackya.
Down in the basement of one Shirley Temper's house, a few people started the process by cutting up the tubing to size for everyone. Then we took our tubing and end connectors upstairs to soften the ends in boiling water. This makes the connectors slide in pretty easy. Here's Eva Lye starting us off.
Once all the tubes were connected into hoops, we picked out our tape colors and got to wrapping.
Some a little more ridiculously anal than others...
I so loved it with just the regular and shiny red, but added the white for the scatterboxy effect. It makes me happy.
All of us did a very good job, as seen below. The fanny pack has no bearing on our activities. It was part of Holly's most awesome Halloween costume as a fanatical 80s workout junkie, and it's just plain fabulous, it had to be included.
Honorable mention goes to our other craft assistant, THE KEGERATOR.
I'm already contemplating taking it up to some college football tailgating this weekend, which the mister gives me the eye for. Whatever. He was totally digging trying to get his own spin going when I brought it home.
Now all of a sudden, hooping is showing up in the media. In two days, I saw an article on Yahoo about all these celebrities now picking it up as the new "it" workout, and even in this month's Southern Living magazine, there's a big article on one lady that started a hoop gym. In a sense, it's very cool to see. It's not like hooping was exclusively part of some alternative/hippie club or anything, but that's pretty much where it's been kept alive by chicks over the age of twelve. I might even try to get my mom into it, because I think it would be great for her physically and such. Surely, it's about to blow up as the new soccer mom workout fad, but I can't lie... I secretly want to keep it tucked away as one of those activities that the alternative/hippie club is known for. Where they do it for the art and spirituality of it, not just the killer abs. Just like the yoga explosion, though, if it keeps people from being unhealthy and/or going off the deep end, I'm all for it. Next stop - compact travel version!
