Tag Archives: dance

Wedding dancing

“So Julia, what else have you been up to, besides reading and moping over your lack of internet,” you ask me? Even if you didn’t, I’m still going to tell you. I’ve been to ALL the weddings, and it’s been lovely. Continue reading

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Rachel’s Just Doing Her Thing

Keeping with ’90s theme we seemed to have developed this week, I thought I would reminisce with you about S Club 7. Continue reading

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Needlepoint, all day, er’day

Well recital is over and the dance season has officially drawn to a close. I too got a tiramisu from the parents (and yes, it was heavenly and delicious) but instead of bramble jam I got buckwheat honey (my favourite) because I already have a jar of bramble jam. Fact. I wasn’t sure what a bramble was either,  but lord, the jam is delicious. Continue reading

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An Instagram update: TPT lives on!

I too was at dress rehearsal last night but in a brilliant and incredibly sweet twist of fate, I didn’t have to come until I was actually due to dance on stage, so Hilary spent a good four hours sweating it out in the trenches on her own (read: working backstage and holding sweaty tights in her hands for a really long time.) Don’t get me wrong, once I was there I was in the trenches with all the tights as well, but it was nice to only do that for three hours. Continue reading

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Dancing on my Own

I know today is Triple-post Thursday, but I’m exhausted and I can’t think of one thing witty to write, let alone two, so this is all you’re getting. Just imagine that this was in two separate parts. I even contemplated doing that, but then decided I couldn’t be bothered. So you’ll have to help me out here. Continue reading

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Ah, Back Pain

Last Thursday, I noticed that I had a bit of back pain. It was nothing too awful and I thought I was fine until I went to my jazz class later that night. All was well as we went over the dance, but it quickly went to hell in a hand basket. Continue reading

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Dance Competitions and a Variety of Awfulness

Yesterday was the second Monday in a row that I didn’t post anything. I wish I had a better reason than just being incredibly lazy, but alas, such is life. If I had managed to pull my life together yesterday, I would’ve blogged about the dance competition Julia and I went to on the weekend. Continue reading

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When a 70-year-old starts out dancing you in Zumba, you know you have to step it up a notch

I’ve joined a gym because I realized that I’m woefully inactive, and I’m the sort of person who is just not motivated to work out on my own. Obviously, or I would already be doing it. At home yoga DVDs would not work for me, and not only because I have a teeny tiny living room, jogging was obviously invented by Satan, and anybody who works above the fifth floor should just take the elevator (that’s me). So, on the weekend I bought a gym membership and have committed to taking as many classes as possible. There’s a sort of comradery and shame element involved in group work-outs – you can all commiserate at how tough it is, but when a 70-year-old starts out dancing you in Zumba, you know you have to step it up a notch. Continue reading

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My Thursday of Freedom

Classes at the dance studio where I work were cancelled for tonight because of the weather (weird ice storm in April) and I immediately became completely unproductive. I don’t know what it is about having free time, but it makes me procrastinate to an astounding level. The same thing used to happen when I was in high school. Dance would end in May and then I would have endless amounts of free time in June, but I inevitably did way more work during the rest the of the year than in June. Continue reading

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Growing up is hard to do (oh my gluteus!)

In a couple months I turn 25. A quarter of a century! I can rent a car in the United States! It’s all terribly epic and exciting. And I promise you I am not one of those people who dreads birthdays and getting older and who will have a meltdown upon turning 25. That all seems a bit silly to me. I think that age is how you feel, and while I pride myself on being professional and intelligent, I’m ridiculously silly and prone to laughing until I cry. I will feel young forever, I don’t even think growing up is an option for me. But I will say that last night at dance I’ve never felt so incredibly old in my whole life. Continue reading

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