Or rather, I went to the ballet. The Boston Ballet's Nutcracker, to be exact. Last weekend. And oh, it was magical. As someone who danced in the Nutcracker for ten years or so, experiencing it from the audience side always, even now, releases a flood of complicated emotions. We had seats five rows back from the stage, however, which is close enough to see the sweat... I don't know if this made things better or worse.
Dreamy, dreamy photos by Rachel Papo from a New York City Ballet Nutcracker fitting. Thanks, Rachel!