my old love

Last night I was digging through my old things in storage, and I came across my old capezio dance bag full of canvas ballet slippers, point shoes, wrap skirts, and old hair things. The first thing I did was put on my last pair of Freed point shoes and danced around. Surprisingly my feet are stronger, and I could remember simple steps. It was fun.

At BYU in the fall I'm taking a ballet class again with a good friend of mine, and all of the sudden... I can't wait! I really only took four years of ballet, and haven't taken more than two weeks of class in the past five years. Ballroom is my first love, but ballet is most certainly my second. Soon I'll have pictures of myself dancing again. Stay posted.