I’ve always wanted to take dance lessons. The closest I’ve ever come was zumba class at the rec center. Then I developed bad knees because apparently I’m a 37 year old senior citizen. (Have I mentioned my undiagnosed early onset dimentia?) Since my dream of being a dancer is pretty much dead, I’ve been living vicariously through my daughter (as one does). CB has been dancing for many years now and few things bring me more joy than watching her perform. She ended another year of dance recently with back-to-back endless dance recitals. (As my dad once put it, “Some of those parents are just throwing their money away.”) What I love most about watching her perform is seeing the happiness that it brings her. That way I don’t feel like a creepy dance mom.
By the end of the year, CB was tired of having to keep her hair long (so she could wear it in the required Ariana Grande high ponytail). The day after her recital, CB got her hair chopped off. We picked our two favorite recital costumes and headed downtown for a photo shoot to celebrate her hard work and her new look.
Roosevelt Row Art District is an area of downtown Phoenix dedicated to visual arts and fried foods (from what I saw). I’ve seen some of the beautiful murals in this area pop up on my Instagram feed and have been dying to take a look for myself. It’s such a cool place to hang out and an even better place for portraits. (Though a stranger did tell me he wanted to punch me in the face when he saw me taking pictures. So watch out for face punchers, I guess.) I don’t think we found half of the amazing artwork on display in Roosevelt Row. We’ll have to put on our dancing shoes and head back for more.