This pilates is really messing with mind. It must be stirring up something in my muscles, because for the past two nights I've had weird flashback-like dreams of being in dance class. I took 13 years of dance lessons once upon a time-- tap, jazz, ballet, pointe, modern. But if pilates gets me a fraction of what my abs and butt used to look like, then I'm fine with it . Sigh. I remember doing hundreds of crunches during our warm up in jazz. To have that motivation again.

On the knitting front, I still haven't felted Sophie. Perhaps today. I *am* however knitting a sock-- am just about to start the heel flap. It was nice to have some easy knitting to do while watching Big Brother and Celebrity Poker last night. I must confess, I'm addicted to both of those shows. While I was down at my parents' house, we played Texas Hold 'em almost every night.

Waving hi to my secret pal! Thanks for the comment :)