May 23, 2012
When Pearl told me she wanted a ballerina birthday party, I panicked.
A ballerina party? Seriously?
She's asking a woman who was traumatized in the two years of dance she did take (from Logan's elite dance company, Tueller's, I will have you know) because she was two heads taller and 30 lbs. heavier than every other girl in her class and was thus stuck in the very back row of dancers at my recital where my parents couldn't even see me to plan a ballerina party!
Heaven help me.
Good thing there are stores like Zurchers for the party planning impaired. At least it will have the "look" of a ballerina party. Now, if I can just muster up enough self-confidence to teach myself some ballet moves for the party.
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