I really really did.
Everything about ballet is just so pink and airy and beautiful.
I know the reality of being a ballerina is so very far from my little ballet dream world, but I like to think it's just as lovely as I always imagined.
I started ballet classes when I was 24 at a wonderful dance school, with a delightful french teacher and live piano music. I loved every single minute of it. I wasn't very good, but it beats the gym for me any day!
Maybe one day I'll be a ballerina again.
But for now....I'll just gaze at my shoes and dream :)
oh...and take pictures of course.
This sad little ballerina fell out of her jewelry box,
and is now waiting in the wings for her big moment....
in my dining hutch.
I was having fun with photo editing :)
Why are old tattered ballet shoes so lovely to me?
Is it just me?
Any real ballerinas out there? :)
Or other pretend ones like me?