The verb, not the exclamation.
In January I noted with some excitement that I'd worn tiny holes in the toe pleats of my slippers. After almost two years of classes that felt like a badge of honor. Unfortunately I didn't listen to the old adage "A stitch in time saves nine" and the once tiny hole has grown.
I guess I'm putting a lot of weight on my big toes in my turns, and the Marley floors are putting stress on the fabric.
The slippers are otherwise in good shape, so I may try to darn the hole to get some more life out of them. I could also swap them on my feet, but I'll have to see how that feels. I have another pair of identical slippers that I bought a couple of months ago as backups, and I guess it's time to sew the elastics on them.
Speaking of turns, last night it was pirouette en dehor to the LEFT that were stronger and more stable. More of an "up, turn, down" sensation that I associate with a clean turn. Perhaps it's that the walk-through of all the sequences in class are done on the right, making that side a bit more tired?
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