Ballet is wonderful. Discovering it as an adult is awesome – mostly. Because there are some aspects of ballet that really, REALLY make me wish I was one of those seven year olds running around in tights and tutus rather than an average 30-year-old trying to remember the difference between en dedan and en dehors.
Today, that frustrating aspect of ballet happens to be leotards. Specifically, achingly pretty leotards that I cannot wear.
I know I have limitations as far as dancewear. Most leotard sizing assumes I am a pre-pubescent teenager of average height with no curves to speak of. I am, in fact, an adult woman of normal size and shape. I am by no means fat. But I am certainly not ordering size small (or medium for that matter!) leotards. I am much taller that most dancers at 5’10”. I have a sizable chest. I have – gasp! – hips.
I’m pretty happy with my body, and I work pretty hard to keep it in shape. I like the way I look in a fitted dress or a great pair of jeans . . . but most leotards make me look a bit frumpy. I steer clear of camisoles (too much bounce/not enough coverage for the girls!), and stick with halter and tank leos. And my leotard collection is decidedly black, for obviously slimming reasons.
But then I saw this beauty online and before I knew what had happened, it was in my mailbox.
(via Discount Dance)
I knew it had no built-in support or lining. I knew it was too high cut (you can see her hip bone!!). I knew the zipper front was a disaster waiting to happen for anyone with actual breasts.
But see how pretty?!?
I’ll be returning it. I guess this adult beginner isn’t meant for fancy colors and lace.
If you haven’t, go hug your fur baby! You’ll lower your blood pressure, lessen your stress, and live longer! (Seriously. Look it up.)
If you don’t have a fur baby, hug your neighbor’s! (But ask permission first. Don’t be the weird neighbor who hugs animals without asking.)
Is there any better than the sheer, sweaty exhaustion after a great ballet class??
It feels as though spring has finally, um, sprung. There is something so uplifting about warm breezes, sunshine, and not having to throw a sweater on over your leotard after ballet class. Yesterday I noticed my tulips are coming up (finally!) The horses stayed turned out overnight. Last night I slept with the windows open, and was awakened by birds chirping. You can just tell by looking outside that it is shaping up to be a beautiful day.
And then I checked the weather forecast.
beautiful, sunny, and 78 degrees. But tomorrow night we are forecasted to get 3 inches of snow, with temps well below freezing.
(Duh, I know).
As I’m sure you can surmise, I had a great class Thursday!
This class is usually packed – it’s not unusual to have twelve or fifteen people. The mix pretty eclectic. There are a couple of brand newbies (like me!), a few older women returning to ballet after an absence, and also some high school girls who are either fulfilling a flat requirement or working on technique. Many of the regular ladies are incredibly talented dancers. They are lovely to watch – and, I have to admit, somewhat intimidating to a new dancer.
But many of the regulars were missing this week, for whatever reason, and we only had 6 in class. And it just so happened that the skill level of the class was pretty even. I have noticed before that Madame is always adjusting exercises and combinations to fit the class in front of her. I felt like Thursday’s class was tailored specifically to me (mark of a great teacher? Probably!). That made for a challenging, but very encouraging class.
I found myself smiling at random times just from the sheer fun. Madame was very complimentary to all of us when we repeated combos and improved. More than any class I’ve had so far, I was able to recognize my strongest areas and what I need to improve.
Classes like this makes me eager to get to the next one. Hope your ballet days are going well too!
Oh yeah. I hung them up to dry.
Ballet pink convertible tights . . . may also be used as a decorative window dressing.
Could they be any more perfect for a spring wish-I-was-at-the-barre day?? 😁