|These are the heels I wore at my burlesque class. What's particularly alluring is when you leave the TK Maxx Clearance sticker inside|
I have got a friend who is engaging with me on my self-esteem issues, even though this is like attempting to fill in a black hole with asphalt. However, I am sure the above is fairly common and if, conversely, you put me in a room with, say, a really complicated set of management accounts, I would have them analysed and gutted and a fresh pot of coffee on within 20 minutes. So, some things I am confident at, other things I am not. Despite this, I hauled myself the other weekend off to Shoreditch, to do a fan dancing workshop run by these people, and, do you know, it was really excellent, despite me getting slightly lost and confused at one point which was unavoidable given that our A-Z is older than me.
|This is where I nearly ended up. Note to self, remember to write down number as well as street name|
|Edgy Shoreditch graffiti possibly involving a ferret, I know not|
Anyway, so, fan dancing was great and I really enjoyed it. I am dragging myself off to Shoreditch again next weekend to have a crack at 'floor work for pole', so we will see how that goes. Dance is odd, in a way - it's like finding a whole new physical vocabulary. I ponder on it. It's a shame they put me off young with Eye Of The Tiger as I'm sure I'd be better at all of this if I'd been doing dance since I was 18. Still, baby steps, people. Baby steps.