I'm not a halfway kind of girl. When I decided to start running, I ran 5 miles the first day. I ran on a swollen ankle when I shouldn't have. (I couldn't walk without an extreme limp, but I could run!) I signed myself and my reluctant husband up for races that involved obstacle courses and zombies chasing us. When I exercise, I go for the extreme.

Which is why, when looking for a new workout, I discovered Aerial Silks. And as soon as I realized there was a center about an hour away from me where I could learn aerial silks, I signed up for 6 weeks of classes.

I talked a couple girlfriends into venturing into this madness with me and we spent our first night climbing up and down two silk ribbons, learning how to lock our foot, princess sit, and do a few other poses with the aid of a "back pack" which is really a safety knot for beginners.


As you can see, height was not really going to happen at first!

The morning after that first workshop felt like early roller derby days with Naptown. I couldn't even lift my arms above my head without pain!

The second week we worked more on our climbs, then learned some new tricks, still with the backpack keeping us from plummeting two feet to the floor!

The expression that Ploi has on her face captures how we all felt about the backpack. It makes the silks so tight that they cut into your thighs and it's nothing but painful. We all asked if we would be ready to try it without the backpack our next week.

Our next session introduced me to my great nemesis: the footlock. Sure I can do one on the ground, but have me hold myself up by my arms trying to twist my feet around to knot one foot in securely??? My head went stupid. I kept twisting the wrong way over and over again, then my arms would get too tired and I'd have to slide back to the floor. Everyone else in my group nailed the sucker the first time! I was the absolute WORST!

However at this point I started doing what I always do... I got obsessed. I wanted to get an outdoor rig for silks, but the $2,000+ price tag stayed my hand. Instead I'm ordering an indoor rig and we're removing a fan from our ceiling to make room for it. I won't be able to get high, but I can still practice and workout at home.



I finally got the fracking footlock down last night by the way. It was honestly the end of class, clock ticking down, and my brain and my feet finally started communicating.



One of the instructors also approached us about training to perform by.. get this.. APRIL. Granted we'd be doing the simple background stuff, nothing to high or scary, but still... APRIL. Being me, of course I said yes and have filled my schedule with extra sessions and workouts. Because before too long I want to be doing this:


If you think this looks like fun (and it is) google aerial silks and the name of your town. That's how I found Flight Club in Bloomington!

Earlier on twitter I asked what the difference was between capelets, ponchos, and shrugs. Most everyone agreed that ponchos were giant rectangles that covered the torso, capelets were open in the front, and shrugs have sleeves. (With smartass @kylecassidy stating, "if you get bored before it's a poncho, it's a shrug")

-The conversation on twitter.


However, a while back I picked up an issue of Vogue Knitting with the feature, "Cape Play" and found myself confused.



The pattern on the cover is a gorgeous cabled.. erm.. cape? Poncho? Very short ponchlet? Vogue calls it a cape, but it's a little ponchoish to me.



Forgive the sideways picture, but blogger is being an absolute jerk today and no matter what, is shifting my pictures sideways.
Vogue calls both of these capelets, but according to the majority on twitter, only the one on the right would be a cape, since it has a button front.



To me, the one on the left is definitely a cape since it's got the button front, but the one on the right SCREAMS poncho to me!


I've been dying to make my own capelet based on something I saw a model wear on an episode of Ugly Betty. (Shush, guilty pleasure on Netflix) A cute wrap that looked like a long cowl that would cover the shoulders and looked good over a tank top. After many, many frogged attempts last weekend, I came up with this:



It's a good hanging around the house piece, and I think it could actually work in the fall and spring over my tanks or lighter dresses.

So what is it? It can't really be called a cape, since it's closed in the front, it's not at all a poncho (I insist upon that) and of course is way too big to be a cowl. No sleeves, so not a shrug either.

While I'm at it though, here is a confession:

I have a poncho.

Not only that, I KNIT THAT PONCHO.

In fuzzy yarn.


Yea... that.

I should probably frog the sucker, since it's way too heavy to be comfortable. Not to mention the fact that it's sort of hideous. It's just so hard to let go of the early knitting atrocities!

Feel free to chime in with your opinions on what the heck defines shrugs, ponchos and capelets either in the comments or over on twitter! For those interested in the pink ponco.. erm cowl... erm.. shrug, eh cabled THING I knit, I'll be posting the pattern up on here soon with a tiny modification. (I wanted it to be about 2" longer, but after frogging that sucker so many times there was no way I was going to start over again)!
In the meantime, help me figure out how to classify this thing on the ravely database!





My last official sell my books make crap and talk to awesome people of the year event is this weekend! I'll be in Ohio along with Zabet Stewart and Laura Hohman for Bazaar Bizarre selling stuff and hanging out!

I'm sure I'll spend more money than I make at this thing, but I'm so excited to be going!

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