yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

Hold on to your butts! I’ve got some dancin’ photos to share with you! Let’s get right to it, shall we?

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yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

Joy sent the following message with her photo:

My (now) husband and I dancing in the ballroom at the Chateau de Versailles. Please note I didn’t start dancing (AT ALL) til I was 21 so don’t judge me.

Judge you? Of course not! This photo is the sweetest thing ever! But… where are your sweatpants and runners? Your fanny pack? Selfie stick? Water bottle, I ❤️ Paris shirt, oversized backpack, and maps? I think you’re touristing wrong, Joy. Unless… you aren’t from North America? Something’s not adding up.

More questions: are there other people dancing in the ballroom? Is that girl in the background wearing ballet tights and floral shorts? Was there music? And why would someone wear ballet tights with floral shorts?

This is one of my favourite kinds of dance photos. No posing, no costumes – just fleeting moments of movement and delight captured with the click of a shutter. Enchanting! A twirl, an embrace, a girl in… seriously. Is she wearing ballet tights and floral shorts?

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yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

Eva wrote:

I was cute. I was good. I was passionate. I was young!
Still cute & passionate – just not so young anymore!
I was lucky – my mom was a seamstress and my costumes were simply gorgeous. Put it this way – my tutu never drooped.
Still have my beloved pointes somewhere.

THAT SMILE. Eva sent me 478 photos and I could find her immediately in every single one because her face was always stretched out into that exuberant smile! Absolutely charming. Also, those costumes are on point. Dayam! You see, in the days of yore, our mothers had to make our dance costumes. This was based on the assumption that everyone could sew, everyone would sew, and no one would complain. It was a glorious time. These days, I have to listen to about one complaint per hour at the studio. I mean, if you think the bathroom is haunted, do something about it. AMIRIGHT?!

Can you imagine Eva twirling her parasol on stage? Her tiara sparkling under the bright lights? Her droopless purple tutu bouncing as she prances across the stage? Of course, we can’t use parasols anymore. Nope. Someone might lose an eye. Any mother at the studio would happily point that out. Also banned: wands, tiaras, switchblades and gluten.

Thanks for taking me back to the good ol’ days, Eva.

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yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

Emily wrote:

From my vast collection of embarrassing dance pictures, I tried to choose ones that would be embarrassing… but not too embarrassing. Just the right amount for you to mock but not so embarrassing that I feel I have to hide for the next six months… Those dance photos do exist, I’m just not sharing them on the inter-web.

The Jazz costume, I remember, wasn’t finished and the left shoulder kept falling down. They had to be sent back to the seamstress after the photo shoot so that she could add a strap to the left side. These are maybe circa 1989, 1990?

The photo on the left is lovely, isn’t it? Look at Emily in her 3rd arabesque en fondu! Stretching the hell outta that back leg, shoulders down, neck elongated. So focused!

Now take a look at the photo on the right. Solid Gold. Literally – she looks like she could be on the show.

Jazz hands! Do you see them? Emily is making use of one of the most important developments in dance technology.

According to Wikipedia:

Jazz hands in performance dance is the extension of a performer’s hands with palms toward the audience and fingers splayed (this position is also referred to as webbing). It is commonly associated with especially exuberant types of performance such as musicals, cheerleading, show choir, revue, and especially jazz dance shows.

FYI, if Emily were to wiggle her fingers up and down whilst utilizing those jazz hands? You’d have yourself some spirit fingers! And for those of you wondering, yes, dancers invented the kissy face you’ve all been using in your ridiculous selfies. THAT FACE IS MEANT FOR JAZZING, DUMMIES.

yer dancin' photos // movita beaucoup

I think we can all agree that we’re gunna need to see some more of Emily’s photos, yes?


Do you have a dancin’ photo to send me? DO IT! (Bad costumes, stage mishaps and videos encouraged.)


  1. DogsDontPurr on January 27, 2016 at 5:47 pm

    Love this! I don’t know which is more priceless: your commentary or the photos themselves. Hope this series continues!

    • movita beaucoup on January 28, 2016 at 5:25 pm

      I definitely plan to continue the series! Provided people keep sending in their photos, of course!!

  2. WillCookForFriends on January 27, 2016 at 5:54 pm

    I feel like a dancer just looking at other people dance! Okay, that’s not true at all, but it sure is fun. Also, this series of words made me laugh so hard, my dog got a little freaked out: “also banned: wands, tiaras, switchblades and gluten.” Thanks, I needed that. 🙂

    • movita beaucoup on January 28, 2016 at 5:26 pm

      Happy to help, Willow, Happy to help.

  3. Jenni Field (@PastryChfOnline) on January 27, 2016 at 6:33 pm

    My ballet career lasted one year. Tap, three years. In that span of time, I was a strawberry, a mouse, a girl in a white dress holding an enormous fake stick of gum, and a girl in a weird green fringe-y skirt. Maybe I was supposed to be a lamp? If any photographic evidence exists, my mother would know. I shall axe her.

    • movita beaucoup on January 28, 2016 at 5:27 pm

      Wow, that took a violent turn at the end. Still, I can’t even imagine how completely and utterly adorable you would have been at the peak of your dancing career. Please, axe your mother.

  4. Stacy on January 28, 2016 at 3:13 am

    All photos of my curtailed (by lack of talent, natch) dancing career are in boxes in my mother’s garage, boxes better left untouched lest they unleash a riot of shame into the world. I’ll have a look this summer.

    Hats off to Joy, Eva and Emily for sharing! Hysterical!

    • movita beaucoup on January 28, 2016 at 5:27 pm

      Yes! Look this summer! Let’s unleash a riot of shame into the world!

  5. thatskinnychickcanbake on January 28, 2016 at 10:16 pm

    I’m kind of relieved I don’t have any dance photos floating around—but do appreciate all those brave souls who shared 🙂

    • movita beaucoup on January 31, 2016 at 9:56 am

      Me too! Yay for people who share dance photos! (No matter how embarrassing!)

  6. Stephbo on January 28, 2016 at 11:38 pm

    Boy, if that one photo of Emily is only bearably embarrassing, can you imagine what the reeeeaaaally embarrassing ones must be like?!? I think we need to hack that girl’s email. You know. For “reaearch.”

    • Stephbo on January 28, 2016 at 11:39 pm

      Ugh. “Research.”

    • teachingontheverge on January 29, 2016 at 3:36 pm

      They are well hidden, very well hidden.

      • movita beaucoup on January 31, 2016 at 8:29 am

        UNHIDE ‘EM.

    • movita beaucoup on January 31, 2016 at 9:55 am

      My imagination is going wild…

  7. Wandercooks on February 16, 2016 at 6:11 am

    Haha I just love your commentary. Definitely takes me back to the old days! Although the old days for me were Calisthenics comps here in Australia. My mum had to make the costumes, thankfully I only had to dance in them! 😀

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