Throwback Thursday: Swan Lake, circa 1996
I danced…. for years. If I could find a dance class in my area for adults that didn’t make me be in a recital, I would so have signed up. Pointe wasn’t my best dance technique. I preferred tap, then ballet, then pointe, hated jazz. Don’t get me started on how bad I was with gymnastics. But my pointe teacher passed away this week. She was older, near my Nana’s age, so I wasn’t surprised to hear she passed. Even though I was awful in en pointe, she was a fabulous teacher. Often jumping into the middle of lessons to lead you across the floor as needed. And always, always, always telling you to smile.
This picture is a portrait from the year we did Swan Lake. Yes, I recognize I look like s giant cotton ball. And how about those tan lines? Kind of wish my hair was that pretty chestnut again. Ah, middle school.