I remember taking ballet when I was a kid.  It took one class to know that I was not built to be a ballerina.  I remember how excited I was when I got to take tap dance classes during sports camp and how devastated I was when my mom got me some patent leather tap shoes from the good will that had obviously previously belonged to a dowdy lady in the previous decade (the early 70’s) and they also didn’t fit my feet.

That just reminded me of the pair of 1960’s red sparkly stiletto heels I once owned and wore out to a party in San Francisco when I was 17 years old.  I also wore this length of black chiffon rose covered fabric as a skirt.  I managed to come home without the shoes or the “skirt”.  To this day I have no idea how that could have happened.  If you think that left me in my underwear then you don’t know me at all.  I never wear skirts with just underwear underneath.  There would have been tights and a slip too – probably a vintage slip from the 40’s.  It takes a lot to expose this girl’s girly bits.  I must have been shoeless, however, and I think it’s funny that 26 years later I still regret having lost both those things.  The shoes were as superbly uncomfortable as they were superbly stylish and that rose fabric was going to become something gorgeous.

When I saw the dance shop’s display of shiny tight dance pants I had a sudden image of every single person in the world wearing them at the same time.  Wouldn’t that be the most surreal and awesome thing ever?!  Men and all!  EVERYONE in tight shiny dance pants!  Everything else would be forgotten for a few minutes while we all stared at each other in horror and yet also humor, because – SHINY TIGHT DANCE PANTS ON EVERYONE!

All the world’s a stage, they say.  We should endeavor to make it a great show.