Dancing Shoes

Today's blip was going to be my church yard, which I love. But then it rained so that will have to wait for another day.
Then it was going to be a pretty feather I found yesterday. But I didnt like any of the photos I took of that.
And as I was sitting on my bed, going through the pics of the feather (and scowling at them) I looked across at my wardrobe and saw The Shoes...

I did Ballet from the age of 3 until I was 18.

At 18 I gave up because I wanted to join a brass band and I didnt have enough time to do all my music commitments as well as the Ballet.

Giving up is probably the biggest regret I have in life (alongside buying a house and never having singing lessons).

I miss it every day.

For one thing it kept me fit - really fit. I was really slim and my posture was perfect.
And I miss the freedom that I used to feel. And the pride when I mastered something new. It always felt different with dance to the way it did/does with music.
And I used to feel like a real Lady when I danced. Partly to do with the posture and the figure and the way I walked and held myself. And partly just because of everything that went with it. And I gave that up, joined the laddish Brass Band world and started drinking pints.

These point shoes never fit me. I was fitted wrong and they damaged my little toe. But I got them signed by my favorite dancer and theyve hung on my wardrobe door every since.

They serve as a reminder of who I am, or at least who I can be.

And now I'm on a mini mission to get back to that person. Get fit. Improve my posture. Be more of a lady again.

And maybe one day I'll dance again too.