Last year when I decided I wanted to start ballet again (again, as in for the first time since I was approximately 6 years old), I was super excited at the prospect of getting my first pair of ballet shoes.
I was also super nervous.
Was I going to be judged for walking into this fancy dance shop? I don’t look like a dancer – I’m 5’11”! On that note, can you imagine what a terrifying towering giant bean pole I would look like en pointe?
Anyway, so I plucked up the courage and walked in to the shop. This is that same dance shop that my mum took me to when I was little. And can you guess what happened? The shopkeeper remembered me! She?? Remembered?? Me?? 15 years later! Maybe it’s not as cool as I think it is. She was lovely and not judgemental at all. Phew.
That was mostly the point of this post, I don’t think you want to hear about how I tried on a few shoes until I found a pair that fit snugly.
Leather split sole, by the way. I would like a canvas pair as well.
Oh and I have to brag about how I discovered that the shoes came un-elastic’d so I dutifully sewed them in on my own. I think I did a good job of it!