another day of class?

On Saturday, Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher asked us if we’d like another day of class. I stayed silent then–you know because I don’t want to seem too eager or anything– but I’d like to just stand up and raise my hand and say,

“Me, me, me. Yes!”

you don’t want to dance with the fan

The staff of Ballet Magnificat taught masters’ classes this week at my dance studio. My little miss went to a beginner class (but in ballet world, beginner actually means that you’ve been taking ballet for at least 3 years. go figure.)

The instructor told everyone to find a place by the barre so my little miss promptly positioned herself at the end of the barre a couple inches from the fan, edging out an adult dancer.

“No, no, no sweetie” I thought. “Don’t stand there! Someone else–an adult no less- is already standing there.  Look at all the empty spaces between little people your own size! Oh well..what’s a mom to do?”

The adult, who was presumably coming to this beginner class to warm up for the advanced class, gave her a sideways glance and went to the free-standing barre at the center of the room, leaving my little miss to dance with the fan.

And dance with the fan, she did. I don’t think she ever actually knocked into it, but I was just about to get off the bench and move it when the instructor went to pick up the fan and laughingly said,

“You don’t want to dance with the fan.”

My little miss loved the class, got some nice corrections. She would dance everyday if she could.

coming soon: my masters’ class.

finally wearing leotard and tights

So I told you that before I started my conditioning class, I ordered a leotard and skirt. After I placed the order, then I asked the teacher what  others in the class wear. It doesn’t matter that everywhere on her website and paperwork it says that the dress code applies to all classes. It turns out it doesn’t actually apply to the conditioning class.  People wear yoga gear or t-shirts.

I’ve been wearing my ballet slippers all along, but  never did wear that leotard and skirt to class.

until 2 weeks ago

I wanted to add another day to my exercise routine, so I asked Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher if I could come on another night. She said, yes, but to realize that it was ballet ballet. Yeah, I hadn’t deluded myself into thinking it was something other than real ballet. I mainly want to go for the barre work. Anytime I try to move across the floor, doing specific steps, I blunder and lumber.  Nothing graceful about my movement.

It’s a class with a few teens and 3 other adults.

I decided if I’m going to take a real ballet class, I should look the part. I put on my pink tights and leotard with some pants. The pants are an unsuccessful attempt at hiding my thighs and derriere.   Not quite ready for wearing the skirt. Gotta psyche myself up more for that one.

i’m a ballet junkie

So I’ve become a ballet junkie the last couple of years. My daughter dances and seems like a natural. Everyone who has seen her dance tells me that too.  I usually stay and watch her class because the girls are just so darn cute, and I love the way the teacher teaches. She’s gifted with children; I’ve learned a lot just by observing her gently guide those girls into shape.

I love going to ballets, watching ballerinas of all ages and abilities. I get caught up in the music and the movement. I’m watching every dance TV show and movie through Netflix watch instantly.  Anyone have any suggestions?

And I’ve recently discovered there’s lots of adult out there taking ballet for the first time just like me. Or maybe, they’ve taken 10-40 years off ballet and have started dancing again. And they’re blogging about it. And I love reading their stories, because their thoughts are my thoughts and I love reading all the comments.

Who knew there are dozens, maybe hundreds of old ladies like me who are dying to dance, yet don’t want to appear too eager,so they wait for years to actually work up the nerve to walk into a studio.  But they’re doing it; I’m doing it. I’m taking ballet.

what is conditioning anyway?

So I was looking into ballet for my daughter and I came across a class at one of the studios in town called, “conditioning.” It was for ages 12 and up and it sounded like an exercise class that I might be interested in. I thought I might get a little intro to dance without taking an actual dance class.

Except, oh no! Step on the brakes. Dress code required for all classes which involved pink tights, slippers and a black leotard.  No way was this fat mama going anywhere in a leotard in a room with mirrors on 3 sides and other people in the room.

Time passed. I signed up my daughter for 12 week session after 12 week session and the conditioning class was still looming large on the website and on the registration form. I really wanted to know more, but was afraid to ask the teacher because I didn’t want her to know of any potential interest on my part. After reading other blogs by others who started ballet as adults, I have discovered that I am not alone with this sentiment.

I finally tacked my question onto the end of an e-mail about other stuff. I asked my daughter’s ballet teacher if she could tell me more about the conditioning class sometime before 2013.  I got an immediate, lengthy response from her and it sounded exactly what I wanted. I decided to take the class, despite the dresscode. There was no way I was going into the local dance store to buy my digs. I mean seriously, would they even carry a leotard in my size? And there was no way I was going to try on ballet shoes as if I was actually a ballerina.

So I went online and ordered a black leotard, skirt, and ballet slippers; I founds tights on clearance when I was getting tights for my little miss. phew. I was committed to trying it out and I wanted to follow the rules and dress the part.  That was about 9 months ago.

i’ve always wanted to dance

I’m forty-something. I’ve always wanted to dance but never have. I dragged my husband to a free ballroom class once and it was such a horrible experience that we didn’t go back for the second class even though that one would have been no charge as well.  ugh.  The first 5 or 10 minutes were ok because the instructor took it slowly.  Maybe he thought I caught on or something because then he started moving faster and faster and adding more steps. HELP. STOP. SLOW DOWN. I can’t do this. Please slow down.  Oh well.

That was a really long time ago.

So I told you I’ve always wanted to dance; I’ve just never had the opportunity to or at least never had the guts.  Country line dancing.  Salsa. Ballroom. Irish. Square. Whatever. I didn’t care, just as long as it was dance.  But ballet had never crossed my mind…until nearly 2 years ago…