Today was Freyja's first ballet class. Which is a really big deal, because as a bootiful princess, you need to know how to dance. She looked super cute in her leotard and tights, but I blew it, by making her leave the big fluffy tutu at home.
You see when I was a little girl, I took ballet, from a retired Russian ballerina, that had lost one of her legs to cancer and her elderly mother.
The whole one legged thing made her really cranky, and one of the things she liked to emphasize, by banging her cane on the floor, was that decorative tutus we not allowed in class.
One was to wear the black leotard and the pink tights and shut the hell up and listen.
Maybe then someday wayyyy in the future you might get to wear a tutu for a performance.
When Max was little he also took ballet from a real hard ass, with a dresscode, so I assumed this place would be the same. Boy, was I wrong! It was like a tutu free for all in there, purple, sparkling, long, short, you name it...