I’m not sure what this dance move is called. My mom wouldn’t let me take dance class. Said it would be a waste of money because I was a klutz. I’m still bitter.
My kids (all 3!) are in dance class. The Boy isn’t incredibly good at it, but like his father he thinks he is. Gotta give him credit though. This is his first dance class. And he’s the first of the male species at his school to take Twinkle Toes (the after school dance class offered at his school). Sure the school is only about 6 years old, but still.
So, on this day, at my kids’ relatively new school, just before Twinkle Toes, I showed up in my new favorite outfit: anything with my new lime green/hot pink ribboned tutu over it (special thanks to my friend Leigh for giving it up to me!). I pretended to my friends that I would need to be double dog dared to wear it to the kids’ school. Ha! I have previously shown up at the school in my pajamas (once with a big rip in the rear–thank gawd that day I had acceptable underthings on) and a prom dress. The hubby says I need to stop doing those things before the kids stop thinking it’s fun. Apparently they, someday, might not want to be known as the kids whose mom is too crazy/drunk/pathetic to be allowed to pick her own clothes on a regular basis. I am so hopping that day never comes. I love playing dress up.
I have gotten so much use out of my tiara from the Princess Shop at Disneyland. I wore it on my Princess & The Cowboy "date" with The Boy when he was still my only kid. I wore it for my driver’s licence photo. I have worn it to nearly every Fiesta Bowl parade (sitting high and doing my very best Parade Queen Wave to each and every person that passes me). I wore it to the Disney Princesses on Ice show (I was the only mom dressed up, but all the little girls were). I love my tiara. I just wish I had bought a BIGGER one. Maybe something a little more Miss Universe than Junior Little Miss. I think a newer, BIGGER tiara would make a WONDERFUL birthday present for someone turning 40, don’t you?
I did pass along my prom dress. But not until after wearing it to pump gas, stop at Diane’s Ribbon’s & Notions on the way to a tea party at Nancy’s house (that was the day I wore it at pick up time at school). Also wore it on a all Princess date with Older Girl (lunch, mani/pedi, and shopping at Tar-jay). There was also a Fiesta Bowl parade, and just around the house. Why would I give away such a treasured item from my closet? Well, I had it altered to be the world’s first (I think) nursing accessible prom dress. Under the blouse part I had a tailor cut and sew up slits for my nursing kids to have access to my bosom. And once my girls weaned it seemed unnecessary to have the world’s only (I suspect) nursing accessible prom dress. So, I gave it up to my friend Michelle B. Maybe when her son weans she’ll pass it on to another mother with a similar need. And I have it on good authority that all women (because I’m pretty sure that’s all that would have a need for a nursing accessible prom dress) can count on getting lucky at least one time while wearing the dress.
I still have other not-as-fancy prom-type dresses. I’ve worn them out a few times. And I have two lovely feather boas. But the tutu in the above picture is really my first. Not for long I hope. Heather mentioned that tulle is going on sale soon and she is an expert sewer person, and my birthday is coming up pretty soon. A lovely gift might be a "Teach a Friend how to sew a Tutu" Day!
And then I will find a ballet class for fluffy-over 40-klutzes.
