Sweetly Yours: ballet

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

New Year Blogging Party

I'm linking up over at the New Year Blogging Party, hosted by The Crowley Party, Casey Leigh, and Changing Lanes.

We signed up and got paired up with someone to get to know and send a little care package to! Now we're all posting what received, and a little about the person who sent it to us...

I was paired up with Desiree from Mama and Her Boys, who sent me this precious

It's so sweet and dainty, and I love it! I've worn it so much already.

The name of Desiree's blog fits her well as she has two little boys that keep her busy. She likes to have fun with her family on the weekends finding lots to do in their town of San Francisco. They mostly like to find new eating places, as well as go to parks and the zoo! Desiree also likes to cook as her hobby (I sent her a new cookbook!) and enjoys blogging to share her experiences as a wife/momma/student!

Go visit her at her blog, she's lovely!!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Ballet

I love ballet.
From the balls of my feet to the tips of my fingers to the rhythm of music beating in my chest,
I love ballet.

It's something I've never shared with you all. I've danced since I was three, and the love for it has done nothing but grow.

While, yes, I always loved the sparkles, the shoes, the pink, the satin, and even the tutus, I've also loved the crackle of breaking in new shoes, the feel of a smooth wood floor below my toes, feeling every muscle in my body be tired and ache, the graceful flow of the movements, the way the lights on stage hit you in a way that you can't see anyone and feel like it's just you dancing by yourself, knowing the movements so well that you can do them without thinking and just be able to feel them in your bones and to feel confident about something. I love ballet.

When I went to college, I didn't dance anymore. There wasn't any time between studying, sorority events, and dating my future husband. ;)

But tomorrow, I'm going to dance.

I'm going to a ballet class and I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I imagine it will be hard, and painful, and I won't be as flexible as I used to be, and may be a little bit rusty....but I will dance.

And it will be beautiful.