I've decided to take my dancing more seriously, because it's something that has so positively affected my outlook on life that I can't just throw it in the corner, only to look at it twice a week.

I bought a backless black choli. Very bizarre thing, indeed, it is. First, I had to get my boobs to stay in it. (Stay! *pops out* Damn it! No! Stay in there! *fumbles* Where are the ties? In the cups. Damn!) Then I was having issues tying it. Then I didn't tie it tight enough, because Boobie the First was working it's way out the bottom. Once I got everything saddled in and tied up right - it's pretty nice.

It's odd, because posture checks are a little clearer in the mirror when I'm wearing this, as opposed to some of my other things.

Oh, and I put new elastic on my zills, so my fingers are a little purple-ish. The elastic will loosen a little...