A while back, Mr. Adult Beginner and I were at one of those big prop warehouse sales, where tv studios sell off old props and set dec and furniture and whatever they don’t want to hang onto anymore,
And outside by the racks of clothes was a portable barre.
Mr. AB was like, “want that?”
I was like, “Yes! Where can we put it? How about right in the middle of the living room!”
he was like, “uh, there’s totally no room in the house. I was thinking outside.”
And I was like, “Outside?! Ew what?! No, ballet can’t be outside! Ballet is indoors!”
And he was like “why?”
And I was like, “There’s…uh….shoes and stuff! You don’t understand, man, it’s just wrong! That’s why!”
And he kind of grinned and filed that away and then, more recently, I got a text from Mr. Adult Beginner, with a question:
(ding!) Hey, what’s your high-hip to floor measurement anyway?
And then even more recently and conveniently a friend came to visit and Mr. Adult Beginner put him to work in the backyard, digging holes and laying rebar and mixing concrete,
Also these flowers. Cut you!
Happily, I still have my oldest, dirtiest and most scruffy pair of ballet slippers, the first I ever bought as an adult beginner. They are not too proud to ballet outside.