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Skip class one day, your body knows.  Skip class two days, your teacher knows.  Skip class three days, the audience knows.
                             -- Old adage in classical ballet 

I've skipped dancing so much this summer that I'm afraid everybody knows.  Architecture and holidays have been too diverting.

At least, our construction project is progressing.  This bucolic deer haven has turned gritty and industrial for now.  Perfect backdrop for a Contemporary Ballet.  Tutus not required.  (I've always wanted to dance a Christopher Wheeldon piece.)  I'm breaking a lot of classical rules here in the spirit of Contrast and the Contemporary, not to mention pushing my Jackie-O look-of-the-day beyond its original intent.

Chicken-wing arms are a classical ballet no-no
So are "parallel" feet and legs
But, hey, nobody's watching!

The construction crew had ordered a huge dumpster.  It arrived in the most attractive shade of deep tangerine. You've got to give them credit for being so fashion-forward.  I wonder if dumpsters also come in turquoise?

The only rule that cannot be broken:
Pointed toes

Breaking more classical ballet rules

Over a week ago, I had driven a nail into the sole of my running shoes while inspecting the property.  Talk about tip-toeing around now to be careful!  That should have foreshadowed what happened this weekend.  I got a flat tire, fortunately while at my auntie's house, so cousins helped put the spare on.  Aside from bare treads, they found a nail embedded in the blown tire.

Lesson for us all: Always park at a distance from construction sites.

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Dancing around nail-riddled surfaces was my daredevil trick of the day.  We all have to live a little.

What risks have you taken today?


Shift: Zara
Sunglasses: Valentino
Pointe Shoes: Grishko
Photos: The Foolish Aesthete