Crusing with the ten year olds is hard work.

New dance school. New people. New teachers. New method. New work ethic.

And now I find myself crusing with talented kids years younger than me. I'm not saying I think I can do a better job than any of them (though I wish I could) because I'm not, but I am a wee uncomfortable being so technically behind as they watch me attempt a jazz travel step they've rehearsed countless times before. Red faced mania in that one hour of Tap and Jazz class, I tell ya.

But I'm staying because I want to be good. That school is clearly one of the better academies (I don't even want to think of how bad I now realize that school I belonged to before actually was!) and so, I will soon find myself exhausted and sore before my Saturday afternoons have even begun.

Lots of work to do! And how perfect; the school year has just begun right along with it.

"Nice work if you can get it---and you can get it if you try"

- The Gershwin bruddahs

                                             

I've always loved the Gaynor Minden tag line. :)

My dear Mrs English Teacher and what I know

I know I sound like that naive protagonist character when I say: My English teacher told me I need to write about "what I know" instead of overdramatic "drivel". Maybe it's true, maybe it's not; but summer break had just begun and it's already a daily challenge to find more, quoting my mom, "wholesome" activities than drooling over a Richard Armitage clad in nothing but delicious dark blue spandex. Ahem.

So, hence, this humble blog was born!

I won't be writing about the passionate tribulations of my Contessa Clarinda but of the unexplored world of "what I know" (a certain Mr. Armitage may or may not fall under that category) which really just revolves around the arts, literature, anything vintage and just being happy. My entries aren't written to impress (but it's great if they do). They're just my, at times, pointless, commentary and I won't pretend that they are anything more. I just hope I'm not as boring as I think I might be...

I would really appreciate any comments or suggestions about aaaanything at all :)

Sorry. I had to. Here's something a little more wholesome...

No one quite does it like Monet, eh?

Keep smiling =) 
Your friendly neighbourhood Margaret x