Let me just say---this ballroom dancing stuff is magical. Where else do you see a roomful of folks swirling around and being encouraged to be ladylike or gentlemanly? I mean, really? The women, for the most part, wear heels, and the instructors and some of the male students, wear ties. The men ask you to dance, and then they tuck your arm into theirs and walk you back after the dance is finished. And they say *thank you*!It's just so wonderful. I come home feeling very girlie-like. I want to stand up straighter, and take better care of myself. Hence the hot pink nail polish I bought. :) And rarely do I wear nail polish...with way too many dishes to wash, doing nails just doesn't ordinarily rank high on the list of personal taking care.
Our first long one-on-one class is on Wednesday afternoon. Forty minutes of swirling and swinging (they do throw in a touch of modern-style). I am partial to a nice slow waltz, though.
Hope everyone has a splendid weekend. Deep breaths!
(painting is 'dance me to the end of love' by jack vettriano)
