And point and lift and pirouette and thats all I know (ok I Googled the last one) but I was a ballet dancer once....sort of.
Well every 6 year old girl was weren't they? I had the pink knitted cardi, purple leotard and pink ballet shoes. I couldn't wait to learn to use the shoes where you went on your tippy toes.
I danced for a few years then one girl made a comment about wanting to dance next to my best friend because i always did and I got in a strop and quit.
Dreams of the tippy toe shoes gone in a flash, I could have been there tonight dancing in the pretty dresses.
Ok I wasn't that good but the Russian ballet performing The Nutcracker tonight were phenomenal.
So flawless, their feet barely made a sound when they landed. Some of the girls looked like they hadn't met a decent dinner plate in a while and made me feel guilty for eating a bag of chocolate while watching but hey they like dancing, I like eating chocolate.
Usually anything where in the end its 'all a dream' really winds me up, but this was so magical I was totally transported. I believed it, it was real, in front of my eyes, The Nutcracker came alive.
I forgot all of my worries, I was transfixed and didn't want it to end but obviously like all good things inevitably it is now just a memory.
Scarlett absolutely loved it 'I like the pretty boys!' And now as expected she wants to become a ballet dancer. Best look into how much thats going to cost me then! Oh and the picture is of her being as sophisticated as usual.
So from dreams and memories to reality....The only way is Essexmas is on....
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