No, I'm not a Toys-R-Us kid, though I wish I were! When I was a kid I dreamed of being a ballerina. Not a completely ridiculous childhood dream, espeically if you know me. I love dance. I love watching it, doing it and choreographing it. Here's the problem: I can't dance ballet. I'm more of a stomper. My husband gets a kick out of my lack of grace. I tend to fall or trip over many things that somehow appear out of nowhere.
I posted these two photographs because I can't seem to shake my dream of being a ballerina. The dream seems to even pop up in my photographs, strangely looking like sleeping dreams. Fuzzy, vignetted, no real faces shown. So, if you see me walking the street in a pink tutu (SJP style), pay no attention. It's just me getting in touch with my inner 6 year old!
No, I'm not a Toys-R-Us kid, though I wish I were! When I was a kid I dreamed of being a ballerina. Not a completely ridiculous childhood dream, espeically if you know me. I love dance. I love watching it, doing it and choreographing it. Here's the problem: I can't dance ballet. I'm more of a stomper. My husband gets a kick out of my lack of grace. I tend to fall or trip over many things that somehow appear out of nowhere.
I posted these two photographs because I can't seem to shake my dream of being a ballerina. The dream seems to even pop up in my photographs, strangely looking like sleeping dreams. Fuzzy, vignetted, no real faces shown. So, if you see me walking the street in a pink tutu (SJP style), pay no attention. It's just me getting in touch with my inner 6 year old!
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