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Flashback to a time when we lived in bodysuits and tights, lunches were eaten on the fly mid-rehearsal, and rosin stuck to everything. We beat the hell out of our pointe shoes year after year, and Saturdays were spent teaching tiny tots before sweating it out in pilates, masterclass, Nutcracker rehearsals, and perhaps some yoga thrown in somewhere if we weren’t already dead. 118 more words
I took my first ever pointe class the other week. Let me tell you, it was pretty scary.
I didn’t really think that pointe would be a possibility for me as an adult beginner – although that’s the question everyone asks when they hear you do ballet, right? 861 more words