They are snazzy, and after my early morning walk today I packed up a whole slew of 'em while the sun was still hiding and trucked them on top of my car, Scoobaroo, to Seattle where I set up camp and sold some to some fine Starbucks corporate folk.
I sell hoops to all sorts of people.
Once I sold a hoop to a prison guard who wanted to hoop at work to cheer herself up. I imagine her hot-pink-and-silver hoop bumping on her round fanny made the no-goodniks want to reach through the bars and just eat her up. I hope they didn't. She was nice.
When I teach someone to hoop who said five minutes before, "Oh, I could never hoop. No can do!", it makes my day. I can teach anybody, anywhere to hoop.
It's one of my special skills. You can't hula hoop and be in a pissy mood, and by teaching someone the goodness of the hoop, I'm really giving them a simple way to avoid feeling rotten or blue.
Like walking...only with spinning, shiny things.
Love,
Dani
Great, now the song is stuck in my head :)
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