- A German saying about sports
- Sports meant ugly clothes
- Bikinis are chic…
- Why I am not into swimming
- Getting on dance teams meant wearing great dresses
- What’s so great about dancing?
- No dance studio, no dancing during lockdown
- What I wore to the first dance practice
- Top of the World Style Linkup party No. 262
A German saying about sports
In elementary school, the doctor recommended to my parents to put me into a ballet class to improve my posture. I was so happy about the recommendation as I wanted to take ballet so much. I just imagined all the nice dresses and tutus I could/would wear. All the beautiful dance clothing! The sparkly dresses! The golden or silver shoes! Glamorous costume jewelry! Dream dresses! Costumes. Dancing seemed like made for me. I love dancing, dance clothes and dance shoes. It’s me and pretty clothes, high heels and dancing makes me happy. Then sport is fun and no burden at all.
Sports meant ugly clothes
I was so disappointed they made me do sports they liked to do. My Dad was into track and fields sport as well as jogging thru the forest. I didn’t like track and fields sports because you would get dirty jumping into the sand. Your neck would get dirty when shot putting. I found jogging boring and feared the roots of the trees. Second worst, all those horse flies on that sport field in woods that was near old arms, bogs and sloughs of the Rhine River, and the bumpy paths in the forest. Nevertheless, I was forced to take part because my parents were coaches. My Mom even taught sports in a middle school. Worst of all, flat shoes and clothes that weren’t me. Needless to say, I never liked these sports. Thus, I adopted the German saying as my motto “Sport ist Mord.” which means Sport is murder.
Bikinis are chic…
… , at least. However, while you can wear a bikini at 40 below when you want to, you were not allowed to wear a bikini for swim sports. We had to wear swimsuits. I would have preferred wearing a burkini back then as a teenager. But that’s not the reason why I also never liked swimming.
It sounds absurd, but I actually have a lifeguard certificate! I took the training and exam because my parents wanted me to do so. I also successfully completed the Totenkopf – which certifies that you can swim without interruption for an hour. Nevertheless, I can’t stand water that’s deeper than a yard (91.4 cm) since I just turned five.
Why I am not into swimming
Just after my brother was born, my parents sent me away to a children’s home to Langeoog, an island in the North Sea. After a long train ride, the train pulled into a harbor. Two nurses, a bunch of kids and I boarded a boat. While setting over to the island, one of the nurses took three kids outside to the reling. She had one kid on each hand. I was the third kid standing on the boat’s reling all by myself. She said to me “Don’t let your stuffed rabbit fall into the water. You’ll never see it again.” It scared the heck out of me.
Well, in addition, water is wet and cold on the skin when it evaporates. Who likes that?
Getting on dance teams meant wearing great dresses
I never considered dancing as a sport, but as art and fun. Thus, I was so happy to get on our high school dance team despite I hadn’t been in ballet like the other gals. In graduate school, I was on the Rock’n Roll team. You probably know I love elements of this style.
I was particularly proud when I was chosen to be on the Dancing with the Fairbanks Stars fundraiser for the Fairbanks Lathrop High School Dance Team. And I was so happy when we came in third place on dancing with the Fairbanks Stars.
What’s so great about dancing?
What I love about dancing is that it’s an exercise to music in beautiful clothes. You don’t get dirty. You are the center of the arts. Even though the guy is the lead, it’s all about showing the gal off. Thus, I totally understand Honi in the Hägar the Horrible comic. In case you missed it, the story is as follow.
Helga, Hägar’s wife and Honi’s mother, says to him “The King’s son asked Honi to marry him.” “Great. What did she say?” “I think she’s way to picky” Helga replied. “Why would you say that?” “She turned him down cold.” “Why?????” “She said he is not a good dancer.”
No dance studio, no dancing, no Cinderella-like clothes during lockdown
When a doctor of mine asked me what I missed the most due to the lockdown my immediate answer was “Dancing with my favorite dance partner.” You can imagine how excited I was when I saw the email this Monday that the dance studio reopened.
I immediately wrote the mandatory safety plan. It was a piece of cake as I had been involved in providing feedback to safety plans drafted for the reopening of labs, etc. for the university. My safety plan was accepted without any revisions to make. Thanks goodness! So we were ready to DANCE!
I was really happy when I asked my dance partner whether he would start dancing with me again. He said “Yes.” And we did.
What I wore to the first dance practice
The first dance after shutdown, is a special occasion. I had bought this dress online for exact that day. The photos in this post show my outfit for the first dance practice after not being able to dance for three months. It felt so good wearing the summer-in-the-Provence inspired girly dance dress. I felt so happy being out there dancing again.
Yes, I look quite different when I am on the dance floor. See for instance, what I wore performing at the International Dances of the Fairbanks Summer Arts Festival. Often people who know me either from the university or the dance floor, don’t get that I am the same person. Interestingly, those who know me from the blog recognize me in both settings. Would you have recognized me? I guess so.
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Top of the World Style linkup No. 262
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