It looks like five live caterpillars have taken up residence in my dining room.
In case you have wondered where I’ve been, I thought I’d post a few pictures of what I’ve been doing lately before I head off to the sewing machine again.
I am making Marzipan tutus for the professional dancers for the Atlantic City Ballet.
Our family has a long history with The Atlantic City Ballet. My sister, Brenda danced with the junior company years ago, and I sewed for the Ballet with my mother when I was just a teenager.
We’re still sewing together. Here Victoria and my mother are pinning rows and rows of net on the tutu panties.
When these are done, they will be the traditional Russian style pancake tutus.
I have a little angel, a big angel, a soldier, two Punchinelle’s, and our son Colin is Fritz this year. If you’re in the area, come see us!
You won’t be disappointed!
Blessings!
Wow! Very impressive and how fun that your kiddos are involved — who is dancing (besides Colin?). And is it my imagination, or did you pick up an extra baby somewhere along the line? who is that int he highchair???
Diane, the costumes are amazing! You KNOW I’d love to see it! When is it??????
Bless your heart for taking on ALL this stuff right now!
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While you are not mistaken, Marny, you are definitely mistaken! The baby is our nephew, Diane’s sister’s youngest. Not quite sure I’m ready for another baby on a permanent basis!
absolutely beautiful!!! what a talent you have, diane!!!
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Beautiful!! I wish I knew how to do that! I have a hard time just altering costumes and tutus for my daughter’s dances.
What a lovely family tradition. But I’d like to know what you do in your spare time. Just kidding of course.
is there anything you CAN’T do!?!?!?! (o: you are blessed!!
The costumes are beautiful! I love the Nutcracker! My son was Fritz one year when we were in Dothan! My daughter danced many non-company roles over the years. It was a wonderful holiday tradition!
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