I never took ballet. Never, so far as I can recall with my admittedly poor memory, wanted to. My sister, however, did. She did ballet for several years when we were younger, and now that she has a daughter, has enrolled Niecelet in ballet classes (and jazz and tap and who knows what else) and started taking classes again herself at the same studio.
(Squiddle and Jazzy, meanwhile, take swimming classes. They're now up to levels 4 and 5 respectively! The YMCA, for reference, only goes up to level 6. And Squiddle is now taking social dance lessons as well.)
For her part of their recital this coming weekend, my sister wanted to be the Cheshire Cat. So she asked me to make her skirt, bought the tulle and elastic, and I set to. I will admit there were a few tears and feelings of intense frustration because this was a lot of layers to sew and my workhorse cast iron Singer machine was not happy with it. I had to change from the black quilting thread I started with to purple silk thread, because the thread kept breaking! But in the end my perseverance paid off and she got her skirt.
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