Most Saturday mornings find us extra-large latte in hand, waiting in the lobby of our daughters’ ballet school. While our littles are dutifully learning first position, we’re transfixed by the action in the window-clad front studio – a cadre of supremely graceful dancers doing their paces in the weekly adult class. Awestruck, our inner ballerina (which, truth be told, we never actually knew existed) wants to join in, but the combination of our zero ballet experience and those intimidating windows gives us serious pause. So we were thrilled to discover that while the advanced adult dancers are leaping and pirouetting with finesse, there’s an adult beginner class tucked away in a (thankfully) less visible back studio. We don our yoga pants, a tank top and some ballet slippers (leotard not required …whew) and, after a single class, we’re hooked. Watch out, there just might be a recital in our future.
