We finished our week-long trial dance class. I’ll probably sign her up again in the Fall because the classes are only once a week and she likes the outfits, but I’m not sure if this is her thing or not. She really didn’t seem to care too much about learning the dances. More about looking at herself in the mirror while shaking her booty. She gets that from her Mom.
Since I don’t remember taking any dance classes (I think I did when I was her age, although I’m sure it ended the second they realized I was born with NEGATIVE amounts of grace.) this was a new experience for me. For example – dance clothes are expensive! Because I didn’t know any better I went to our local Dance store and bought everything there. I think that was probably the only place I could have gotten the shoes, but evidently Wal-Mart sells the outfits. BAH! And a lot of ladies said they got theirs at consignment fairs but that those outfits are the first to go so you have to get there early. Eh. I like a good deal as much as the next lady, but I don’t see me putting that much effort into it. I’m still also lazy.
I think she may have been the only girl (save ONE maybe) who wore the same outfit every day. Some of the girls wore different outfits every day! Luckily NikkiZ loved her outfit so much she didn’t care. Although next time? I’m buying a one-piece outfit. She kept taking the skirt on and off throughout the class.
I still don’t know why there are holes in her tights. Can someone explain that one to me? On the heal of each foot there’s a big hole. It’s not torn, it’s obviously supposed to be there. But why?
And also…the hair. I actually had to use hairspray on her hair to get it to stay back. I had to go out and BUY hairspray. Possibly for the first time since I got married. Hairspray! On a preschooler! Because she had to get her Daddy’s hair that is so fine it won’t stay in a bun for more than 2.3 seconds.
It was a fun week. Definitely gave me plenty of photo ops, that made it worth it right there.