Today is rainy and cold in York Beach, and it’s left me sitting in bed delving far too deep into the mysteriously expansive depths of the interwebs.  And what have I found, you ask?  Why, a trove of old ballet photos of myself I never knew existed! Needless to say, it’s making me miss my pointe shoes, my friends, the studio and that ballet body that is quickly disappearing (seriously abs, where did you go?!).  Unearthing these oldie pictures (most of which were taken in the summer of 2010) is making the sting of my temporary ballet ban even more poignant.  :(  I just have to remember, it’s for the best!  Please everyone send your good vibes over to my stitched up baby toe!  On that note, I leave you with these ghosts of summer ballet intensives past…