Fun fact about me: I’m a ballet teacher. I mostly work with elite girls between 14 and 18, who have left school to study ballet full-time in the hopes of having a career in an international company. I also teach younger children after school and on the weekend… so it adds up to quite a few hours in the studio.
Let me start this blog post by saying that we have ALL made mistakes. Some of them are catastrophic mistakes (like the time I decided to cut my own fringe in Singapore), and others are minor misdemeanours (like wearing matching overalls to the shopping centre with your best friend). Either way, when I look back over the years of my life in terms of fashion revolutions, there are some epic face-palm moments.
There is nothing that sends me into tailspin faster than someone telling me to dress casually for a dinner in summer. I think the go-to for most people when the dress code is “casual” is jeans, but when it’s as balmy as it was a little earlier this year, that’s the last thing you feel like putting on.
So here we are, another year older (definitely), another year wiser (hopefully) and on the brink of a brand new chapter.
The countdown to Christmas has entered its final phase. One week to go, and it seems the entire Western world has gone into meltdown.
Ladies: can I get a “hell yes!” if you’re one of those girls who sees fashion trends in magazines, label lookbooks, in the streets and online, but it never translates when you try it on yourself? Honestly, it’s the story of my life. I can pinpoint the first time this happened to me. Primary school. Year 5. Every where you looked, girls were wearing rainbow striped knee-high toe socks. You know the ones I’m talking about right? My friends all had them, and tween clothing shops everywhere were stocking up. The girls around town looked like little Rainbow Brights, but when I finally got a pair for my birthday and tried them on, I looked less cute and more like a psychedelic elf.
I’ve been teaching ballet for nine years now. It’s in turns frustrating, painful, upsetting, wonderful and incredibly rewarding. I still remember the first time I had to take a class. My own teacher is basically the Yoda of ballet and the person I look up to most professionally, and I knew I had big shoes to fill. When I got to the front of the room and all those little 3-year-old faces were looking up at me with expectation, I felt absolutely petrified.