There’s nothing more entertaining than a good old fashioned walk, or in this case, leap, through memory lane. My sister and I had the discovery of a lifetime when, just last weekend, we located all of my glorious and discretely (okay not so much) embellished dance costumes from years gone by. Obviously, we immediately put them on (over all of our clothes – duh) and proceeded to dance the evening away, jete-ing and kick-ball-changing up and down our parent’s driveway, as our dad managed to capture some serious photographic gems…until he realized that we’d be able to leave his house and he’d be left there with the neighbors thinking he and our mom opened an outdoor dance school for delusional adults. Honestly, I was pretty surprised by our sweet moves. More surprising though…the fact that we didn’t split any of the seams in our haute couture costumes.