After a lifetime of waiting, today was the day.
She arrived at the breakfast table ready for whatever type of dance may be required.
At the studio, even in the excitement of the moment,
she treated the red shoes with the respect they deserve.
She was unsure of what to do at the barre......
But she did know one thing. Ballerinas dance on their toes. While the rest of the class stood flat-footed for warm-ups, she nearly fell on her face
attempting to do it all en-pointe.
Click on this picture to see it large. It looks painful.
It reminds me of Bedford Falls, except with a harbor.
There's the beautiful old Lutheran church with the clock that chimes out the hour,
and the bookstore.
With the restaurant next door and the bathroom down the hall,
we could move in and be just fine.
But the tutus on display outside reminded us that our ballerina was most likely battling some serious foot cramps by this time, so we hustled back the the studio.
And the verdict?
After years of begging?
Years of practice in the kitchen?
Cholita met us with her ballet slipper in-hand,
wearing a disappointed expression.
"I guess it was O.K."
Poor girl. I think she was expecting the Nutcracker.