Friday, June 3, 2011

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Old dancers never die...they just passé.

Okay, so I am nothing if not a huge, giant dork...today I came across a website selling god-awful-trinkety-vaguely-dance-related-gifty junk (mostly t-shirts and coffee mugs and posters and tote bags).  And though the sayings on everything were all unequivocally and almost unforgivably cheesy, several of them made me laugh out loud.  Read at your own risk.

If ballet was easier, it would be called football.

I may be a dancer, but I can eat like a fat kid!

Warning! Accident prone dancer.

Ballerina by day, deadly ninja by night.

I'm a dancer, I only count to 8.

When I'm not at school (work) I like to hang out at the neighborhood barre.

No, your other right foot.

I'm only wearing this because my tutu is in the wash.

Old dancers never die...they just passé.
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." - Albert Einstein