Saturday, June 18, 2011

Alors on danse

When I was little, my mother enrolled me in ballet lessons at the age of 2. I did ballet (somewhat reluctantly, amid on-off phases of really loving it) until I was 17 years old. At the same school, with the same teacher, and pretty much the same girls I'd always been in classes with.

I ended up stopping when I was at uni deciding that I just didn't have time for it anymore, and traded my twice weekly classes for a gym membership. Recently though, I have returned to the school I went to for 15 years to do adult intermediate classes once a week. To be honest, I was a little skeptical at first - worried that time had sweetened my memories and I may not actually enjoy it as much as I was hoping to. Nevertheless, I braved my first lesson a few weeks ago and haven't looked back.

Having had 6 years off I now realise just how much strength and fitness is required - and how much I took for granted when I used to at worst get a case of 'jelly legs' by the end of class as a teenager. Now I get aching muscles within the first 15 minutes, in places I didn't even know I had working muscles! But I'm loving every minute of it. The part I get really excited about is going to buy new ballet shoes and leotards and one day maybe i'll even don my tutu and pointe shoes once more...


  1. That's so cool! But so tough... major admiration going on right now. (Plus, this pics are super-pretty!). The extent of my ballet career was one lesson when I was three. I HATED IT. Haha!

    I've been MIA from blogging the past several months, but I'm back and excited to see what I've missed! Hope you're doing well, girl!


  2. Loved your story. Ballet is so exquisite, so addictive. It is so odd to imagine that I am now 53 years old and still look forward to a secret hour alone when I can do my barre, put on my pointe shoes and free my soul. Never deny yourself and don your tutu.Victoria