Thursday, October 14, 2010

Saved by the severe bun

OK. This week at work has been a bit hectic which means that I automatically default to my lowest effort hairstyle - the severe bun (though by the end of the day, it is looking less severe and more...flustered librarian with three cats. Think the adorable teacher from Clueless, pre-makeover).

Flash back two years and know this - I signed up for and attended at a beginner ballet class that year. Why? Great question. I was thinking that it might make me more graceful. Turns out, I'm not built for ballet (double-jointed knees and a curved spine are apparently not assets), nor do I have the temperment for it - at least not sober. By the fourth class, I was stopping for two glasses of red wine before class, which helped, but only marginally.

Anyways, after today I think I realize that my physiological excuses as mentioned above were not the real reason that I failed at beginner ballet I. I think that the real thing that held me back was the fact that I did not wear a severe bun.


This picture, while evidence in support of my new theory, is not what what convinced me it was true.

This morning I was rushing and dragging a litigation bag. I stormed through the lobby (I was going at a serious clip), which has a marble floor with a large metal medallion implanted in the middle with birds on it. I hit the edge of the medallion with my heel and went sliding straight forward, completely off balance, but not quite off balance enough to fall. I dragged my bag along with me. I slid all the way across the medallion (pretty far), hit the marble on the other side, which threw me off balance a bit forward, stumbled a step and went and got on the elevator.

Gracefully. Like nothing even happened.

And my hair was in a severe bun.

That is why I think that my lack of severe bun is the reason that I was bad at beginner ballet I.