Miss Erin, Arden's horribly beautiful and cool ballet teacher, obviously bored of us living our dream through our pink clad prancing daughters every saturday morning, decided to humour the Mums by offering us a jazz dance class. Well it was an opportunity too good to miss, so last night found me dusting off my jazz shoes and heading for a thankfully mirror-less room in Wimbledon with some of the other Mums from school all desperate for our fame moment!
Well, this morning only a few facial muscles ache from all the giggling we did as we tried to emulate the attitude and general sassiness of the gorgeous Miss Erin, but we had an absolute blast, and our version of Mamma Mia well, it has to be seen to be believed!
I have an overwhelming desire to watch Muriel's wedding now :-)
As for you Ms Bettles, this does not represent a get-out-of-belly-dancing-free card!
2 comments:
1 week til we unleash the bellies :-)
The world is not ready for this unleashing - help!!
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