Face the corner, first position, present the arms.
It all came rushing back, those dance classes of years ago. I was just sure muscle memory would kick in, and sure enough, as I faced the corner and followed instructions it felt just like old times.
And then it all fell apart. Soutenu? Glissade? Piqué? Oh dear.
The rest of the class was more reminiscent of Fantasia than Turning Point. And not necessarily the Dance of the Hours (with the dancing ostriches). Maybe more like Rite of Spring (with Tyrannosaurus Rex).
But oh was it fun. It was partly great because I've thought about doing it for so long and I am THE QUEEN of thinking about doing things and not doing them.
And it's partly great because I have New Shoes! And now I get to find things like those sweet little wrap sweaters. New class = new opportunity to buy stuff.
I was afraid my shoes were the wrong size because my feet cramped up about 15 minutes into the class. Turns out, I was just scared and trying to hold onto the floor with my toes. It's my lemur ancestry.
The other great thing is that we had a parent meet-and-greet party last night and I had lots of people to chat with about my latest success as a floundering dancer. I also talked to Lucy's art teacher about Lucy's burgeoning fashion sense. I think there are some people who envy a 5 year old's ability to mix patterns and stripes with confidence. The art teacher and I are two of these people.
I may start a Today in Lucy category, with her fashion picks of the moment. Today she chose polka dot leggings, a pink patterned turtleneck, a denim jumper (outgrown and now a tunic) and heart socks. She's a vision.
But not as much of a vision as me in dance class. Now THAT'S a sight.