So, um, do the kids look excited for their first day of dancing lessons this morning? If you think they do, you should have seen their mother. I was completely beside myself. We were even ON TIME.
Once inside, Ellie achieved a state of steely concentration most often witnessed during the all-around gymnastics competition in the Olympics. Nothing was going to take her off her game. Not even the fact that she was wearing a swimsuit, the result of an early morning leotard accident. No harm done. We'll just call her Shawn Johnson.
Well, so much for steely concentration. That is a long hallway with a cool carpet that needs to be run - or maybe she was pacing out the steps she'd need for some imaginary vault.
This photo includes Karen, the very kind, funny, well-postured proprietor and instructor. I know the photos are basically silhouettes, but you can see the positions so well against the light from outside, and I couldn't use a flash for obvious reasons (including a sheet of glass between me and the class). As a little kid, I would have thought this studio was the absolute best thing ever. Look at the barre!
Reaching for the stars.
Like a cross between a Degas and a Cassatt.
Maggie took this one...
Listening...
Maggie's turn in the older class. Time for some serious line-toeing.
...and barre work.
...and skipping one by one across the floor. I found out later that Mags was not happy being last.
...but she DID get a personal escort. We may have to do some skipping homework - not because it was assigned, but the girl needs to learn how to skip. I believe we got a book on that recently - from Aunt Bev?
This whole thing just melts my heart. I don't remember myself being quite so precious. Probably because we wore black leotards and shoes, not pink. Or, maybe because it was the '70s and was anything really precious in the '70s?
Yep, she likes it.
Just one girl trying to not to drop anything too important...
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It's nice that they are both going to the same dancing school. They are certainly precious and it looks like they are enjoying themselves. To answer your question about the 70's, Yes dear, you were absolutely precious in the 70's. You did a great job as a young dancer ( an older one, too) and I really thought you enjoyed it until later when we met up with Miss Janet.She just didn't like it that you were the youngest one in the class and did as well as the older girls.
Yes, I agree with mom you were precious ( and always will be) and I have a whole album of your dancing school pics to prove it.
Love, Dad
Just love these pictures! Look at them every day.
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