When she danced...

Ah, ballet. I love you, and yet sometimes I hate you. We are in our final month of practice for our spring performance of The Nutcracker. Yes, The Nutcracker in the spring. That was an annual tradition around Christmastime at my old dance studio (back when I was young). Now that I'm twenty-nine and dancing with people half my age (seriously), I have to wonder when I should hang up my pointe shoes and retire. Ballet actually was something I started doing again just a couple of years ago, and this year I added pointe. Maybe it was a mistake, but, I always loved it back when I was younger.

But, we finished learning our Waltz of the Flowers dance and received our costumes for it today! My is purple, and would probably look good on a slender, undeveloped teenager. Not so good on me. But that's life, isn't it?

Way back when, I found a used copy of Noel Streatfeild's Dancing Shoes at a library's book sale. It became tradition to read it every summer. It was, in some odd way, my beach read. But, I stopped that tradition sometime when I was in college. I was babysitting my cousins down in New Jersey and I always ran out of time. Now I look at it and every time I have the urge to read it, I reflect that it is not the right season. Do you have any seasonal books?

That said, I was just watching the new Emma mini-series with some friends and now I'm lusting after a red/pinkish military style pelisse. I wish I could find someone to make it for me!