Crazy Dancer

Sweater, Juicy Couture (via swap). Tunic, Trinity. Leggings, JW. Boots, Target.

One of the great things about dance class is that you can wear the most random layers and no one will look twice. Well, they might look twice, but the glances will be admiring, not critical. While I lived in Arizona, I danced at a strict studio that required even the adults to wear pink tights, pink shoes, and black leotards. Hair had to be in a bun. We weren’t allowed to wear skirts or shorts over our leotards. No fun at all. At the Cincinnati Ballet classes, I see people in all sorts of random outfits and I’m happy to participate.

(These aren’t exactly dancey photos, but they are certainly random. And the boots came off for class.)