Today I wanted to share something a bit more sentimental with you all.
Those of you who know me personally will know that growing up i used to dance. I went to a performing arts school from around the age of 10 till i graduated at 18. I attended Tap lessons, Jazz, modern and drama.
I spent a large amount of my childhood backstage in various theatre dressing rooms, at auditions or in an auditorium for show rehearsals, and honestly, i wouldn’t change it for the world.
I loved dance, it was a massive part of my life and it is one of the fundamental things that has formed me as a person. I couldn’t imagine what my childhood would had been like without it, and although occasionally when there was a party going on or i was stressed with school and i would kick up a fuss about having to drag myself to a 7am dance rehearsal on the weekend; I am so glad that my mum stood her ground and encouraged me to keep going.
My parents, sister and grandparents would come to every single one of my performances, anything from professional productions where i was an extra, to my performing arts school’s annual shows; they were there, front row.
My grandparents were honestly the best, particularly my nan. She used to love watching me dance around, she’d always encourage me whenever i was having an off day and happily watch as i’d scuff up their kitchen floor with my tap shoes, trying to show her a new step i’d learnt.
I was her little ‘Twinkle Toes‘. That was my nickname before i’d even properly started dancing at a school because id always love to prance around and put on shows in the living room for her, but from a small age up until she passed away that was what she called me.
Without going into too much detail, we lost Nan a few years back to cancer. She suffered for too long and it was heartbreaking to watch. She was the kind of women who would be in ridiculous amounts of pain, but as soon as you’d walk through the door, she’d smile and greet you with a ‘Hello darling’ whilst trying her best to remain positive and bright. She really was an incredible woman.
I recently discovered a brand called Little Legs boutique who are a family run, independent online store that create original, fashionable and functional items for children as well as beautiful accessories for adults.
I found a service on their website that i have been looking for since my Nan passed away. They create engraved handwritten bracelets from an old card or note, and instantly I knew exactly what i wanted to have engraved on the bracelet.
I am quite a sentimental person in general, which meant that I luckily saved quite a few of the notes and birthday cards that my grandparents had given me over the years, and i found one Nan had sent me when i had just started University.
Its not the best quality as i took that way back when, and thankfully i had it saved on my mac, as i recently discovered when trying to find it to send to Little Legs that i have unfortunately must of misplaced the actual card when i moved back home.
I can’t put into words how happy i am to have something so meaningful and close to my heart put onto a bracelet that i can wear and keep with me.
Thank you Little Legs boutique- this has to be my best blogging discovery of the month, even the year.
* Littlelegs boutique kindly gifted me the bracelet- all views are completely my own.