A Rather Mad Notion

Just about two months ago, I was reading my local newspaper, and an ad caught my eye.  It was for a dance school in Edinburgh about 10 minute walk from my house.  I did a little research and two days later, I was standing at my very first ballet class.

I didn't have any grand dreams as a child to be a ballerina and my dance experience is limited to about 6 weeks of Irish Step Dancing I took for the hell of it at college.  It just seemed like the right thing at the right time and here I am.

I'm not a likely candidate for a wannabe ballerina:  I am currently 5'0, 141lbs (smallest I've ever been, but definitely big for a ballerina), and 24 years old.  My feet have frequently been described as Flintstone feet and I have about as much grace and elegance as a manky sneaker.

But I loooove me some ballet.

I'm taking two different classes at the moment, one with my first teacher, Dawn, at the local school that meets up in church halls and with my newest teacher, Jonathan, which is held at Dancebase, a spectacular facility in the stunning Grassmarket area of Edinburgh.

I have no dreams of being a professional ballerina, that shipped sailed long before I even knew it was leaving.  But I would like to get reasonably good at it and one day go en pointe.

Until then, I shall flail, tip over, and murmur curse words at myself, cause that's called learning.