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Strictly Joy
Fake tan, glitter, sparkles, bright colours, feathers and celebrities looking petrified… can you guess what I am talking about? Oh yeah, it’s strictly come dancing season! If you don’t like strictly you may want to look away now.
The thing is, I am not a particularly girly girl, but I do love the glamour of strictly. Every year I sit and watch it and imagine how amazing it must be to go through that makeover and of course to learn to dance.
Confession time, I did ballet, tap and modern as a kid but never got to do ballroom and was a bit miffed. I then worked for a dance school for a few years, but not as a dance teacher. I think I am about as elegant and coordinated as an ostrich to be fair lol. But that doesn’t stop me dreaming of being a strictly contestant.
Hey, they’ve never had an author on the show… maybe I could be the first. Darn it, I need to get my book published asap otherwise I could be taking to the floor with my zimmer frame.
There is more to strictly than my aspirations to dance with Giovani or Kevin… oops did I say that out loud. To be fair any of the professional dancers would be awesome and I love the girls as they are just incredible.
However, what I am talking about here is my shared experience with my daughter. She had no chance really, when I was heavily pregnant with her, it was strictly season…
