A couple of weeks ago I collected my bespoke tutu from the supremely wonderful people at Arwen Garmentry. Every girl should have her own tutu. It should come as a great surprise to you that I’ve been able to wait so long to wear it for my rubbish guys. I was in training though, you see, because what I have learnt while preparing for my ballet day is that 36 don’t bend like 16. But today, today is the day! And a wonderful one it was. The neighbour’s 5 year-old daughter came out of her house to watch me pirouette. She watched me for almost a minute before going back into her house and locking the door.
Without further ado, I present Tracy harnessing the grace of a gazelle.
This is the traction shot. It’s pinched the sciatic nerve, I’m sure of it!
Warm ups done though, I really hit my stride.
Happy Wednesday all. Dance more before 8a.m. It is good for the soul.