This post was going to be about spring cleaning, but then...
You know, it has recently occurred to me that in the buttload of ballet and modern dance classes I took in college- and I took as many as I could fit in (mostly ballet)- I only remember once not having a live pianist. God bless you Vassar. How crazy amazeballs is that? And our studio was in an old gothic building next to an even older cemetery... it's like I WAS a Smith's album. An entire freaking album.
So, I'll write about spring cleaning later. And I'll update you on the new things I'm trying for health and beauty and the ones that weren't working. For now I am going down to do pirouettes in the living room.
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