This is a post about dreams.
Not a life changing one, but for the past two/three years or so, i've wanted to start ballet. And now i have! When i was six, i passed Grade 1 and the natural progression after that event, is to ascend to higher more worthy ballet positions.
However, i came against an evil force, 'the leotard' not the stretch cotton body hugging 'thing' itself.(although i remember at age 7 being very aware that i had arm bulges when i wore a strappy one.) But the colour. I felt so uncomfortable wearing my old pink one and not the matura blue, that i left and didn't return. I sometimes sit and think, how different life would be if i had been born colour blind.
(Josie in Pink leotard, with hairbrush, preparing for her exam)
I used to have trouble with my 'Left's and Right's, to the point where i had different colour stickers on each toe to remind me. Im now wondering if i did that again, i would stop hearing..
"Josie, other foot!"
There is deffinatly something about ballet that romances me, i decided to have ribbons on my shoes instead of the favored elastic, because the process of tying them is so elegant. And i can drape them off mirrors or bookcases in my room, which makes me feel so very continental.
I could go on, but i'll save the rest of this love story for a later date.
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