Ballerina, at last

I got an email from an Italian woman, who saw my blog post about ballet shoes {see post here}. She took pity on me and my unfulfilled dreams of being a ballerina and having pointe shoes proudly displayed on the wall of my bedroom, and said she would send me her old pointe shoes.

 

The only question was if I wanted the destroyed, ragged ones or a pair that is still pink and beautiful (even though also worn). After quite a long dose of thinking I decided on the still pink ones. Beauty before suffering, always. Very skin deep, moi.

 

Anyway, a couple of days ago, Ippolita (love her name!) sent me an email that after a long search through her closets (apparently her closets and her life are quite messy), she found a pair of nice pointe shoes so she mailed them to me.

 

Real, worn, pointe shoes that felt pain, felt frustration, were touched by divinity, were carried by passion and experienced the joy of dance. 

 

Thank you, Ippolita! I can hardly wait for them to arrive. :)

 

 

 

xoxoxo

 

{photo Rachel Papo}

Comments

[jasmine]

oh! i love her! that is so sweet and beautiful! i can't wait for your pointe shoes to arrive.

[Tina {Luphia loves...}]

the photo is gorgeous!

[Katie]

what a nice gift. You can always tell the structure of a ballerina by their collar bone. I am also a dancer, and moving to new york. The special thing is that you still love the dance.

[The Cottage Cheese]

How sweet is Ippolita?! I'm really excited for you and cannot wait to see pictures! I hope you're weekend is filled with blue skies and butterflies...