Experiment No. 599

My style has gone through changes that would definitely have surprised “old Kasmira.” But even Kasmira of a few years ago wouldn’t have expected me to wear a 19-year-old leotard to work.


Shirt, Love on a Hanger. Leotard, Danskin. Skirt, Chaus Sport (thrifted). Shoes, Two Lips. Necklace, thrifted. Bangles, Body Central, Epcot Morroco, and Tala’s Distant Treasures. Bag, Liz Claiborne (thrifted and gifted).

This red leotard was my very first, bought in preparation for a beginning ballet class in college. I later put it aside when I realized the tank top and hi-cut legs weren’t “ballet,” but I’ll always have fond memories of learning the positions and performing my first plies in this red Danskin leotard.

In fact, I still have every leotard I’ve ever bought, including the two I thrifted to replace this one in college. Washed in cold water and hung to dry, they seem to last forever! I can’t say the same for ballet tights or shoes.


You’d think, in a post celebrating my first ballet wear, that I might perform some of my very bad dancing for the camera, but I forgot the remote. I struggled to take these static photos with the manual focus and 10-second timer. Besides this pencil skirt doesn’t allow for much movement. Instead, I leave you with a best-of-ballet montage from WIW2D:

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