Further Adventures in Dancing
Or.. Dancing with the Sabs, on ABC. I dance a lot when I think I’m not being observed. In Canadian Tire if there’s a jazzy little number, you can be sure to find me bopping away in the small electros aisle. I don’t know when this happened to me, exactly, but at some age it became acceptable to bust a move in public places. I guess I’m pretty sure no one is going to judge – and if they do? Nuts to them, I’m having a grand ole time. Dress, tucked in as a skirt, Target Tee, Old Navy Tights, … Continue reading Further Adventures in Dancing