When my daughter was three, we enrolled her for ballet lessons at the local dance class. She loved it. She was always a 'girly' girl and the pretty pink leotards and the satin shoes with the ribbons were just what she loved to wear. As she got older, different dance classes came into the mix. First came tap, then modern, then jazz. Exams were taken and passed, demonstrations at local fetes were given, shows were performed once every two years and she was even given the role of 'Jasmine' when they performed Aladdin . How she loved to dance. But how did I, a mere 5' 1" tall mother, manage to have a daughter with such long legs?! But the teenage years came and other interests took over from the dancing: shopping, make up, boys .... and she suddenly gave it all up. So, when a prompt for flowers came up in my 'inbox' I knew I had to do a feminine page and whilst sorting through photos, came across one that had been taken when the ballet school had a professional photographer come to take pictures before one of their shows.