Pointe Shoes! Take Four

This post is going to make Emma cringe and Moriah jump for joy, which is–generally–just going to make me laugh!

I learned a whole lot of interesting things about my feet yesterday.

• My second toes are longer than my big toes. Obvious enough, right? Wrong! I don’t notice my two-toe platform when I’m actually wearing pointe shoes. Toe caps are completely pointless, since I still can’t feel anything. Is that a good something? Who even knows?
• My knuckles are extremely pronounced. It’s really weird. My fitter actually uttered the words, “I’ve never seen anything like that.”
• When I point my feet, the ball of my foot becomes a bowl— also weird. When I asked if this was a bad thing, Miss Sara replied, “No, it’s just how you are.” Does that mean it’s a good thing? That’s what I’m going to go with.

I was “the problem child” again. I tried on EVERYTHING. I fell absolutely in LOVE with the new Eurostretch shoes, but they were too big. Even after transferring to Ouch Pouches, I couldn’t fill the extra space. What a bummer.

When it came down to it, though, the fitter, Miss Sara and I narrowed things down to those glorious Blochs and the very last style of shoes on my radar: Russians.

And I walked out with… drum roll, if you will… Russian Pointe Rubins!

I never thought I’d say this, but I really, truly love Russian Pointes. They make me feel so strong– so empowered, unlike the Euros, which I knew, despondently, I was bound to knuckle in eventually.

Now, I need to get off my butt and sew them. I should also get some new flats, since I can see my big toe through the canvas. Tights would be a good idea. And I should practice my variation.

It’s August again, dancers!