I know! I mayyy be getting slef centered, or I just may be bragging that I Was An Irish Dancer. But BUT you guys want to know details, well, I'll dish the details.
Since I only have so many pictures to share until Shakedown Round II, work with me. Foxy requested the second picture. I like her, so like I promised- here it is.
And now I'm going to go retrieve this other photo from the room that the baby is sleeping in. I told you I was faithful to you.
You can rest assured that I'm back, baby didn't wake up and AND I found more than one pictures. I'm still deciding how much is too much. But I will share this pic with you:
Kristen and Salt's question about THE HAIR. Basically the night before an event, you sit at the kitchen table with a bottle of goop goop goop for hair and a hair brush and hairspray, and your mom takes like, 12 pieces of hair, goops it, sprays it then curls it in curlers. It took probably a good two hours. and 200 hundred curlers. (mom correct me if I'm wrong.) Then you wrap your head with every handkerchief you can find in your house to avoid getting the sleep frizzies. (see above) In the morning you pull the curls straight down and VOILA! Awesome hair. (Mom, I don't think I've ever said a good hearty "thanks." THANKS!)
Salt also asked how I got into Irish Dancing. When I was in kindergarden or first grade I saw some Irish Dancers performing and I beggggged my mom. We didn't have a school nearby, so we waited. Then in third grade a new Irish Dancing school opened up in the town I lived in. My mom signed me up asap.
Also, Salt, when we competed at competitions (called feis' said like fesh) we would win medals and trophies. But that will be for another post. Maybe next St. Patty's Day. :)
I'm leaving this post with a thick layer of self centeredness on me. But that's just blogging, no?