Inner ballerina

If you knew me when I was a child, then you’d know that I was a ballerina.

Yes, indeed.

I took ballet classes from age 6 to age 13 (aka the age my boobs arrived).

At that point it became OBVIOUS that I did not have the petite, lithe body needed by dancers.

My parents forced me to take ballet for all those years.

I think they hoped that it would give me poise and class.

Ha!

Now, besides being wickedly flexible, I have the distinct talent of being able to do the splits.

And I have done the splits for many an onlooker at frat parties and Burning Man events, much to the chagrin of my parents.

Despite the fact that I no longer take ballet, I still have an ingrained affection for it.

Which is why I decided to make a pink tutu ballerina outfit for Burning Man.

Remember, I MUST have a tutu outfit for Tutu Tuesday at Burning Man.

Yes, it’s a bit of a stretch for me.

I’m not normally a PINK person.

But I’ve got to tell you, the idea of slipping into this outfit and wandering around the playa gives me shivers and feeds my inner ballerina!

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