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The spring ballet is "Snow White," and if you're wondering how a ballet school is going to pull of a full-length ballet with only two female characters, you are not alone. But Snow White it is and I have been asked to sew red trim on Young Snow White's bodice. Naturally, this makes me feel quite puffed up.
My little E is a fawn. Act I only, apparently. I suppose Act II must be reserved for kissing and stuff. As a fawn, she wears a brown one-piece that must have been a gingerbread person in a previous life, with clown-like flared sleeves and ankles. She finds it hideous but it's actually rather cute and fawnlike.
I am new at the school and trying to find my place. It broke my heart to leave our old school at the start of the school year, so fitting in actually matters to me -- and each dance school is its own little world with hierarchies and Preferred Ways of Doing Things. But it's going all right. I spend one night each week sewing costumes with a motley little gang of non-sewers. Kind of sweet.
Meanwhile, my poor Bean continues to be ill. She can't eat or stay awake and her schoolwork is just piling up on her. She is in a bad way.
And in psychic sympathy, the wind outside is whipping all trees into disarray. Pine branches went rolling crazily across the road tonight like tumbleweeds, and the sound of the roar is so loud that Peter is actually worried about the cat. "Can she hear the wind?" he said. "Is it going to upset her?"
She is sound asleep on her throne, by the way.
We hit 70 degrees today -- the ultimate lovely spring temp -- and already it's plunged to the 40's. It's supposed to hit 20 by morning. GO FIGURE. Beware hail, thunder, rain and isolated tornadoes, the weather alert said. Isolated tornadoes? As opposed to convivial ones?
My little E is a fawn. Act I only, apparently. I suppose Act II must be reserved for kissing and stuff. As a fawn, she wears a brown one-piece that must have been a gingerbread person in a previous life, with clown-like flared sleeves and ankles. She finds it hideous but it's actually rather cute and fawnlike.
I am new at the school and trying to find my place. It broke my heart to leave our old school at the start of the school year, so fitting in actually matters to me -- and each dance school is its own little world with hierarchies and Preferred Ways of Doing Things. But it's going all right. I spend one night each week sewing costumes with a motley little gang of non-sewers. Kind of sweet.
Meanwhile, my poor Bean continues to be ill. She can't eat or stay awake and her schoolwork is just piling up on her. She is in a bad way.
And in psychic sympathy, the wind outside is whipping all trees into disarray. Pine branches went rolling crazily across the road tonight like tumbleweeds, and the sound of the roar is so loud that Peter is actually worried about the cat. "Can she hear the wind?" he said. "Is it going to upset her?"
She is sound asleep on her throne, by the way.
We hit 70 degrees today -- the ultimate lovely spring temp -- and already it's plunged to the 40's. It's supposed to hit 20 by morning. GO FIGURE. Beware hail, thunder, rain and isolated tornadoes, the weather alert said. Isolated tornadoes? As opposed to convivial ones?