Emma joined a dance class a few weeks ago. The class spends 30 minutes on ballet, then 30 minutes on tap. She loves it! She now dances all around my house like a prima ballerina. She especially loves to twirl. It's totally adorable~until she wants ME to dance like a ballerina. Not so adorable. I am a total clutz. Put me in ice skates and I can practically fly across the ice. Put me on land and I'm in trouble. My shins bear the proof in the form of extremely attractive bruises. Emma even suggested that I get a ballerina outfit to match hers. Yeah. Sooooooo not going to happen. A) I would look so beyond ridonkulous. B) I need to visit the bathroom waaayyy too often to have pull down a leotard and a skirt and tights. That could easily result in a soggy mess. C) I need to visit the bathroom waaayyy too often to have pull up a leotard and a skirt and tights. D) I haven't worn pantyhose or tights for about 12 years (since I blew my hand). Why oh why would I ever choose to wear them now? (Though I did just buy a pair of black tights to wear with a black skirt and boots. We'll see if I ever take them out of the package.) E) I think that the definition of "prima ballerina" pretty much excludes grannies with gray roots and, well, the lowly effects of nearly a half-century of gravity. There's just not enough underwire or a big enough pair of Spanx in the world to make it even remotely acceptable for me to wear a leotard. Now, just try to get that image out of your head! LOL Alas, I will treat you to some real eye candy. I especially love her hair in a bun! (A few of these are fuzzy because I shot them through a dirty window.)
Told you the pictures were sweet! In fact, they do kind of make me want to dance around the house in a pretty ballerina outfit. Hmm. Maybe I should look into the underwire and Spanx. LOL
Hope you can dance yourself into a fabulous weekend!