Yesterday was beyond awesome.
Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without ballet. Probably pirouette around Bass Pro Shop (No, I didn’t do that over break! Why would you even ask that?).
But fear not, lovelies, for summer classes have come to my rescue, lest I lose my mind! Speaking of which, I have not forgotten about my owing you a random post. I just haven’t found the right words yet….
Miss Sara started off our first Wednesday ballet class of the mini-mester with plies, tendus, degages and ronds de jambes. After that, we had a nice stretch and then returned to the barre for grand battements. We performed a challenging adagio piece before knocking up the pace for a slightly disastrous across-the-floor combination, and after a good laugh, it was time for pointe.
Sarah and I had a semi-private pointe class yesterday– it was great. We did a handful of releves, while I cringed over the deathly state of my shoes. When it came time for chaines, however, I decided that the Mirellas must go and slipped on my Euros. They were hard and uncomfortable and hard, but I felt much less nervous as I attempted my turns. I can’t say that I was especially proud of my chaines, but I like to think that my piques made up for them…. It was, indeed, a “turn day,” working on pirouettes and soutenus besides. I decided to show Miss Sara the picture that I took of Kaden and my dad at Bass, attempting to stand in pirouette position, a row of large guns behind them. We smiled, laughed and all-in-all, felt much better about our own pirouettes! (P.S. I would totally LOVE to post that picture, but Kaden won’t let me…)