This picture below is me in 2005. Excuse the closed eyes, they were probably plastered that way from all the mascara and eyeliner. Also note the adorable girl next to me, my sister, 5 years younger.
We were dancing in the ballet Giselle and I was one of Giselle's friends. What I'd like you to note is the tutu. See how it fits nicely, and makes me look like a rather well-dressed milkmaid? Yes? Good. Again, take a look at my charming sister! (I wore that same green costume in my first ballet, Swan Lake, at age 9!)
Below is an interesting optical illusion. It is me, four years later (eyes are open this time, thanks to an absence of stage makeup) holding the aforementioned, milkmaid-esque leotard.
You see, I must wear this costume again, in 14 days, for my final ballet performance. Again I am a friend, this time a friend of Swanilda's, in the famous ballet, Coppelia. What puzzles me (and something I have finally decided will never be solved) is that my tutu is now too large. Yes you read that right, it's too large! Either I shrunk, or the costume stretched, but it is now all saggy on me. Velvet leotards are unflattering enough without having them all baggy.
So you see, I suppose I can relate everything--including ballet--back to sewing, for it is now resting on my bed in all it's milkmaid glory, waiting for alterations.