Ballet Class

We had a ballet class at home on Sunday last. 

The little girl has been taking ballet lessons at her Montessori. Last week there was an email from their teacher detailing the dress code all the students will need to adhere to. We needed a proper ballet attire with a tutu, pink tights and pink shoes. It warranted a trip to a proper ballet store. 

The store was full of so many little dresses.. And they were all so divine! So pretty. In black and pink and purple and blue. Dresses with sequins, with net or embroidery. Or with small pink flowers! It was beautiful. I narrowed it to about 10 dresses with difficulty- dresses be tried out. When we got to the fitting room and tried the first dress (purple one) it was very cute indeed. 

Then it was a big struggle to remove this one to try the others.

Eventually we came back home with 2 dresses - purple and a black with pink tutu. 

Then, Sunday morning, the first order of the day was to wear the dresses. And once into the black dress with pink tutu, the little girl was now a ballerina. So she immediately became our ballet teacher who began with instructing us how to stand and where.

Stand here, properly. No, don't lean back. Come forward. Stand here.

(Once satisfied with the placement of the student).

Ok now do like this (a ballet pose), and now this(another).

Now let's sit down. Sit down. Cross cross apple sauce. 

Now do this( lean left), and now this ( lean right). Now do butterfly.

Now pull your leg straight. Now another.

Now let me switch on the music.

(She gets up and presses an embroidered button on a stuffed horse nearby- and music plays).

Now let's sit down again, property.

Ok.

Now get up.

Now touch the horse (?what?!)

Touch the horse, you too Mumma!(I realized I hadn't quite done it.)

Now jump ( we do a frog jump, and again).

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I graduated from the class. But somewhere around "touch the horse" I wasn't sure if it were a ballet class anymore!