The Ballet Recital

  It is a squeaky clean new month. June! Today I am going to dance with four other women in a dance recital. It doesn't really seem real that I am doing this. It is not something I thought I would ever do in real life. I always have wished I was 'free' enough to dance but I wasn't even sure what that meant. I just knew I had never been a dancer. When I was about eleven I had tried ballet class for a while but I just couldn't do it. I was too self conscious and constrained and I felt like a failure so I dropped the class. The class I am in now I think I started taking because there needed to be enough people in it for it to happen. My friend had mentioned she wanted to start taking one and I happened to know about someone who could start one and it snowballed. I have had a lot of moments in THIS class where I felt like a failure. My brain really could not handle grappling all the steps I was being taught at dizzying speed. I wanted to quit again. However I decided to stay the course and over all I am thankful I did. I don't love change. I don't love feeling like I can't do something well. I hate feeling like I am failing. This class has helped me move a bit farther away from those fears or hangups in my brain.

                                            So without further adue here are some pictures :)

  When we first saw our outfit we just saw this body suit that I am showcasing. It was not flattering even a little bit AND it was see through from behind. There was a 'teeny tiny' bit of drama that ensued after that because we were not sure how this ensemble was going to turn out, but in the end I think we were all relieved and happy.

Getting ready was fun. I had never worn fake eyelashes in my life and this was probably the brightest lipstick I have ever worn as well.

                                   Do I look nervous? I felt like I was going to keel over!

Tulips, fire hydrants, ketchup and mustard, the fire dance costume, were all words that we thought of when we saw this outfit...it all worked out in the end and we looked.... amazing....describes it best.

                                                          Warming up before we went on.

I made it through the dance. I felt shakey and sick before hand. I had to twirl carefully because I thought I might tip over but I made it through and it was so great :)

                                       My family was there with flowers after and that was so special.

                    This girl is the reason the class started and the reason I was in this at all. Thanks Em :)

And here is the guy who made it all possible for me by looking after our children on Tuesday nights and working hard to pay for the class. Thanks hon xo

                                                    I think I will be in ballet again next year :)

                                                   And now the dancing at home begins :)