A Plie With Aplomb.

By Alison March 31, 2006 1 Comment 1 Min Read


When I was about twelve years old, I got it into  my head that I wanted to be a  dancer, so I jumped around the house in  a  shiny turqouise   catsuit and legwarmers, imagining I was the last word in all that is dramatic and graceful.

Well dramatic I may have been, but graceful I certainly wasn’t. Clunky in tap shoes and disastrous in jazz.
But bless my little ballet slippers, I perservered . Until one day aged fifteen   and three quarters it finally struck me that my thighs were a severe disadvantage when it came performing a plie with aplomb.

So along with my dreams of being an air hostess I gave up dancing as a bad job.

But the dancer in me won’t keep still.  You’ll find me spinning about with the hoover. Stretching a chubby leg onto the dining room table and bending over in a Swan Lake sorrow  way when nobody is looking. Standing on my tippy toes, while I cradle my hands over my head and try not to keel over. Dreaming about wearing a tutu….

Margot Fontyn reincarnated in a pinny.

It’s sad these dreams we let slip away. Alas I did not have the  discipline, but if only I had the wall to put them, I could have a  scrumptiously dreamy reminder of the girl I used to be, in the form of these  gorgeous vintage  pictures

Alas, alas, alas…

1 Comment

  1. Savannah says:

    Yes, alas! I created a little "spot" in my living room. I had a little red tutu made for me by my aunt for my third Christmas. I distinctly recall "wearing" that tutu until it became just a skirt yanked on over a nightie under severe duress. I sadly removed it, never to dance "Officially" again. I hung that and a black and white 8 x 10 of me in a definite plie at about four… Kind of makes me smile and say hello to the little girl I was and will always be. I used to dance with Gerred on my hip while I did housework. But my music was more of the ROCK and Roll variety then… Yay Aerosmith! sHOWS my age, I guess. HAve fun…
    I had a little non-tune song I used to sing that went, "I can be a ballerina if I want to." I think that was all the words to it.. I was probably singing it TO my mother, who didn't think I needed to be "parading around in my 'underwear' in front of people." Mrs. Modest. Take care…

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