While mom sleeps, I watch “Ballroom Bootcamp” on TLC. Three women, who have never danced before and who are variously overweight, are learning to Tango. One is a lesbian mother, one a stay at home mom, and one a chubby young woman in her twenties.
Before I stopped ballroom dancing three years ago and started gaining weight, I was learning the Tango. Watching these women embrace their poise and grace and, as the young woman explained –her “Diva Attitudel” — I am missing mine. It is torture to watch them doing what I still want to do. They become exquisite.
As they dance competitively, dressed and made-up to the nines, I sit here in the same pajama pants and big shirt I’ve been wearing and sleeping in for two days now. I am reminded how much clothes often — if not make the woman — make the woman’s attitude.
I think I’ll send for the magic omelette maker that was advertised during the commerical break.
So mujch for Diva Attitude.
My time will come again.
But for now, here’s hoping for a Happy Hogmanay.