I walked with Charlotte into the dance studio for her rehearsal.
Upon which I continued on past the leotard-clad bevy of dancers and down the wooden stairs into the basement for an afternoon of sewing on Nutcracker costumes. For the most part it was a matter of finishing the alterations by hand, the removing and adding of hooks, whip stitching tops to tutus or tulle skirts, and elastic changes.
For those of us who possess proclivity in this sort of thing, we are regarded as either mad or held in a state of awe.
