i am so very, very sore

So yesterday, i stilted the majority of the day, while holding debutante stilters up the remaining time. Ergo, when i woke up today, i was feeling exceedingly OWish.

You know what DOESN'T improve a situation like this? Taking a >three hour master class in ballet and modern dance. I know, right? You would never expect something like THAT to make you feel sore-er, would you? COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED!*

Really, the class was great. The ballet teacher was really wise and really british, continually saying things like "Jolly good!".

And i love modern dance, although i've taken maybe two actual classes of it in my life, and don't naturally move that way. I remember at this thing last year, we had Horton technique modern, which i liked even better, and was even worse at. Go figure.

I spent the rest of the day writing out notes for my research project**.

OH! And as promised: STILT PICTURES!

I don't really feel like putting my face on here, sorry.

so butt-shots are the best i can do...

*Sorry, this is getting kind of sarcastic and cynical. My bad.
**Remember? Isadora Duncan. I test your memory, yes?