The Tutu
I ordered a tutu. Why would a fifty-one year old woman buy a tutu, you ask? Because I don't have one. Isn't that reason enough?
I was looking for a skirt on the Internet and came across tutus by accident. Forget the sensible skirt, I got the frilly tutu instead.
It's long, white and poufy. There were other ones I liked better, but I'm not spending two hundred and fifty dollars for a tutu. That is the going rate for a professional quality tutu.
Yeah, I know. I'm strange, but I have always wanted a tutu. It's not too late to live a childhood dream, even if I only wear it to clean the house.
Written by Melissa on 12:52 AM
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6 Comments:
Just when you think you've heard everything! LOL
I think it is fab that you bought one... I buy myself strange things sometimes.... or what other people may think is strange. You will have to post a pic of you in it :o)
Granny, I normally dance around the house, so I'll just look closer to the way I see myself. In my heart I'm a ballerina.
Madwag, the odds are good that I will post a pic, assuming I like my tutu.
Let's see it.
Love your blog, I've been reading it for quite some time now. We seem to have a lot in common! As for the tutu, I just received the bellydance outfit I ordered (I'm 50). Do I bellydance? No, not really, but I've always wanted to, so now I have the appropriate outfit, even if I do just clean the house in it!
Karen
Lisa, done. :)
KK, I've been looking at those belly dancer outfits too, but first, I want to get a flamenco outfit. It would be fun to stomp my heels and spin.
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