Signing up for adult ballet classes seemed like a great idea at the end of last year. But, with my first lesson tonight, I will admit to feeling rather nervous. It has been 17 long years since I last did ballet and, five children later, my body is not nearly as supple as it used to be. I'm not sure how my memory for the steps is going to hold up either. At least I have earned some brownie points with my daughters, who are very impressed that I will be dancing like them, and had very wide eyes when I unearthed my old ballet bag full of rather smelly pointe shoes (not that I can cram my feet in to them any more!). They were slightly less enthusiastic about the leg warmers I used to wear. I think I might leave those in the bag tonight!
I am hoping the teacher won't be like one JJ and I had when we were in high school who used to tell us how she danced in Covent Garden with Margot Fonteyn and who used her cane to tap bottoms and stomachs that weren't pulled in enough!
Wish me luck!