280 days to go: In praise of Mrs Haslem

When I was a little girl I lived in awe of Mrs Haslem, the ballet teacher.
Mrs Haslem always looked different to the other mothers.
She had the elegance and grace that only a woman who has practised ballet from the age of two could possess.
Her hair and clothes were always immaculate - jewel covered crossover tops adding a flash of colour to the ubiquitous black swirly skirts and tights.
Mrs Haslem was the only ballet teacher for miles around and despite my pleas, my parents would never let me join the class. I have never discovered why.
I sometimes wonder if I would have been taller, slimmer more graceful and elegant had I joined Mrs Haslem's class instead of judo and gymnastics!
I am wearing black skirt - Asos
Black tights and shoes - Tesco
Purple crossover shrug - Gap.