You know those girls who attend music class or go to the supermarket in a tutu? That’s not my daughter. I’ve never bought her a skirt that even resembled a tutu since I fear turning her into a diva by running around town in a tutu. In my mind, tutus are for ballerinas. I have the utmost respect for ballet dancers. I’ve taken ballet as a child and again in my early 20s so I know it’s challenging!
My friend Lauren, who danced ballet for years, made Isabelle a tutu for her first birthday. She asked me what color to make it (I said lavender.) It was for playing dress-up. The tutu sat in Isabelle’s closet for over a year since it was too big for her. Today it made its debut — for Purim.
Isabelle was going to wear her Halloween costume (ladybug) for Purim. However, in the middle of the night I had a NEW idea for her Purim costume. It wouldn’t cost a cent (Yea!) and would be a good photo opp. What would she be? A ballerina, of course.
When I woke up this morning, I searched for a pair of black tights in the sock/tights drawer of her room. All I came up with were a pair of black 12-24 month sized tights from the Baby Gap that she wore for Rosh Hashanah in 2011! Would they fit? If not, no tutu! Then, I looked for a black onesie since she doesn’t have a leotard. I found a black turtleneck onesie in her drawer. Yea! But would the tutu fit?
After breakfast, I brought Isabelle upstairs and bribed her with the Maccabeats Purim video while I put the tights on her. (She hates tights!) I got them on her without so much as a grimace. (Yea Maccabeats!) Surprisingly, they weren’t too small. I guess they have a lot of spandex in them. Next came the onesie. That was a cinch to get on. Finally, the big test came when I stood her up to put on the tulle tutu. One leg in, then the next. I shimmied it up to her waist and it didn’t fall. It fit! She would be a ballerina after all!
I pulled her hair back into a slop-knot ponytail, which is the only kind she’ll tolerate. However, I didn’t want all of the pieces flying around since she does have curly hair, after all. So I did the unthinkable. I found my hairspray and began to spray it in her hair. It was the first time she’s ever come into contact with hairspray. I shuddered each time I misted it over her toddler hair. Was I creating a diva or was I just getting my daughter dressed up for a Purim Carnival? I decided not to beat myself up over the hairspray since it was for a special occasion. So, I moved on.
There she was, dressed as a ballerina in her purple tutu. She looked darling as I had her spin around the room. Much older than the two year old she is. And while she looked very pretty, I must admit, I was delighted to put her corduroy pants back on her after the Purim carnival was over. Corduroy pants are everyday play clothes. At least that’s how we roll.