Diary of a Ballerina


Saturday morning BB had her second ballet class at the new ballet school and I had my second lesson in attempting to put her hair in a bun. Armed with a cute pink bun holder, one of those weird circle sponge things and a hair brush I… mostly just made it up as I went along. We’re going for sloppy chic, obviously. That tiny little pink bun holder is saving my life guys. Throw it over your sorry attempt at a bun and nobody is any the wiser! A $5 miracle.


Some of you may remember that this is not her first time taking ballet. Though last year did not go awesome all told, I decided to take the plunge and enroll her again when she expressed an interest in “being a ballet girl”. I had my reasons.

After six months of karate classes and nearly a year of 4k, she has grown slightly more willing to acknowledge her teacher and do what the rest of the class is doing. That intention only gets you so far though – after many months of watching her twirl in front of the mirror at karate classes, I thought it might be wise to enroll her in a class where twirling is part of the curriculum.


And the wardrobe doesn’t hurt. This is BB’s natural element – cloaked in soft pink fabrics, wearing special shoes that only ballet girls wear, donning a chic up do and a frilly skirt. It doesn’t really get any better than this.


She is so much more confident this time around – she knows the drill and she’s excited for it. She loves having this thing that is her own – something she can look forward to all week.


And the best part – this time around I was smart enough to enroll her in the same class as her best friend. The only thing better than ballet slippers and tutus is best friends. And I get the bonus of getting to hang out with one of my best friends while the girls are in class, we mommas can catch up – and luckily we don’t have to wear leotards while doing it!


Our new little ritual after class is walking next door for coffee and maybe a small treat so we can all chat a little longer. Saturday mornings have never been sweeter.


3 thoughts on “Diary of a Ballerina

  1. What a big difference over last year where she didn’t want to even go in the room with the other kids. Yea Emily!!

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