I tried to dance for Bast last night, and she stopped me. I was hurt by some things that my dad had said that day, and was still emotionally fragile. *stop. You need to dance for yourself.* She reassured me that she'd take joy in it as long as I did. So I danced. I felt better after, and finally attained the full shimmy. As I was putting away my hip scarf and skirt, I noticed a black velvet "skirt" I thought I'd gotten rid of. It was a thrift store find that fit strangely as it was a tiered, crushed velvet piece with a loooong tier at the top. I realized... It's a strapless mini dress. And for it's basic form and construction, fits me quite well. I feel like she helped me with that.