I’ve been trying to cut shapes for weeks.

No, I’m not crafting without a guillotine, just attempting to do the latest hip ‘n trendy dance move which is commonly known as Shuffling or Cutting Shapes.

My excuse is it’s my form of exercise and there’s plenty of hot-footed teachers on YouTube eager to show me how to do it right.

As I shuffle barefoot across the living room carpet, my husband bites his tongue to stop himself bursting into hysterics.

“You look like you ‘re afflicted.”


“Like someone who’s suffering from severe arthritis.”

Of course I think I cut shapes just fine. But I am reminded there is a common phrase that explains this.

It’s called:

Being in denial.