Danielle, We do have to applaud her efforts. I once taught jazz to a group of adult wannabe dancers. When they began, they could hardly walk across the room without tripping but at the end of the session, they were game to get up on stage and perform in front of a paying audience. It was really rewarding, for them and for myself as their teacher.
Lovely to see and feel courage in full color! I took tap dancing in my 50's and was shocked that I was not the dancer I thought I could be! I was proud of myself for trying and I still have my tap shoes!
Blue Sky, Tap dancing lessons at 50--how wonderful!! That is so funny that you discovered that you weren't the dancer you thought you could be. Well, maybe not funny for you at the time, but your take on it certainly gave me a laugh. I was a dancer for many years, ballet-jazz-contemporary. Ballet students were encouraged to disdain tap, but it sure looked like a lot of fun to me. I took a tap session when I was 30 but only got as far as the shuffle off to Buffalo stage. Handy to this day for exiting a room with panache! (I adore Fred and Ginger)
From the look of those thighs, I'd say she is a speed skater and should stick with what she does best, however, kudo's to her for giving in to her secret craving to be a "waltzing mathilde".
I've been working on some big thigh girls myself. Your ballerina is almost too much in her tutu - I love it!
ReplyDeleteDiva,
DeleteI look forward to seeing those big thighed girls! I assume you mean you're making dolls?
She's certainly well colour co-ordinated and has obviously lavished much effort on her makeup......perhaps to distract attention from her dance turns!
ReplyDeleteRuby
Ruby,
DeleteYou are wise to her ways! Create a diversion; possibly away from her generous thighs as well as her wobbly turns.
I love your quirky turns on these maxims. and mathilde's bravery.
ReplyDeleteSukipoet,
Delete"Quirky turns"! Ha! Get thee to a punnery. Mathilde sets a good example for us, doesn't she.
... but she does look like a girl who likes to party and kick up her heels.. Cute!!
ReplyDeleteGwen,
DeleteYes, she knows that there's going to be a fabulous after-party once the show is over! Perhaps that was the deciding factor in her participating.
But at least she gave it a shot.....good for her ;)
ReplyDeleteDanielle,
DeleteWe do have to applaud her efforts. I once taught jazz to a group of adult wannabe dancers. When they began, they could hardly walk across the room without tripping but at the end of the session, they were game to get up on stage and perform in front of a paying audience. It was really rewarding, for them and for myself as their teacher.
Waving her tutu in front of her chou-chou
ReplyDeletePas de deux? Pas de tout.
DCW,
DeleteMais oui. Who wants to share the limelight with a partner when you can swan about the stage solo.
oh, i wish i had her self confidence:) i know she will enjoy the dance!
ReplyDeleteJohanna,
Delete"Dance like no one is watching!" Although, in Mathilde's case, there were actually quite a few people watching.
Lovely to see and feel courage in full color! I took tap dancing in my 50's and was shocked that I was not the dancer I thought I could be! I was proud of myself for trying and I still have my tap shoes!
ReplyDeleteBlue Sky,
DeleteTap dancing lessons at 50--how wonderful!! That is so funny that you discovered that you weren't the dancer you thought you could be. Well, maybe not funny for you at the time, but your take on it certainly gave me a laugh. I was a dancer for many years, ballet-jazz-contemporary. Ballet students were encouraged to disdain tap, but it sure looked like a lot of fun to me. I took a tap session when I was 30 but only got as far as the shuffle off to Buffalo stage. Handy to this day for exiting a room with panache!
(I adore Fred and Ginger)
From the look of those thighs, I'd say she is a speed skater and should stick with what she does best, however, kudo's to her for giving in to her secret craving to be a "waltzing mathilde".
ReplyDeleteShirl,
Delete"Waltzing Mathilde"! I didn't see that one coming, like a speed skater rounding the corner hell bent for gold.