One of the perks, in my five year old mind, for taking ballet lessons was getting to wear a beautiful tutu. I wanted a pink one more than words could say and I just assumed it would magically appear at my first dance class.
It did not.
But I was a patient albeit fidgety dancer-- positive I would someday be a famous ballerina with a closet filled with tutus, so I waited... thinking at the end of the dance class year I would have "earned" my magnificent tutu, like an angel earns their wings, in time for our dance recital.
No tutu then either. Not by a mile.
In preparation for our dance recital, which was to be performed on a huge stage with a gigantic audience of about 100 family members, we budding prima ballerinas sat on the floor at our dance studio and received two pink Kleenex tissues and a couple of pieces of string.
There, our five year old hands worked diligently to make tissue carnation flowers. We carefully folded the tissue into a fan, then folded it in half, tired the string around the center, and fluffed the tissue ends into a "flower". My flowers looked more like a couple of used Kleenex on their way to the trash but I'd done my best.
When I asked my elegant ballet teacher, who happened to be dressed in a lovely chiffon tutu, what the "flowers" were for, she happily handed me a red plastic head band to attach my "flowers" onto thereby making my dance recital costume to match my red leotard.
My young mind raced-- This could not possibly be my costume. I wanted a tutu and I wanted it for the dance recital-- now! As soon as I realized that was not going to happen, I became a very disappointed ballerina with crocodile tears rolling down my face. In fact, I have vague memories of my mother dragging me, kicking and screaming, to the recital where the idea of wearing those hideous Kleenex flowers in my hair left me in a puddle on the back seat of the car.
At that early stage of my life I learned a hard lesson about expectations. I also learned I was not a great flower maker but I did have the potential to be a pretty good ballet dance-- which I did til my early 20s.... right up until I realized I enjoyed cheeseburgers, boys and mini skirts far better than I enjoyed blistered feet, salads and tutus.
I hadn't thought of those tissue flowers until I saw one of Attila's flower wreaths. My flowers were a far cry from the gorgeous ones Attila's posse of creative geniuses makes. Their handmade flowers are turned into these stunning wreaths-- AND YOU CAN WIN ONE!
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