Dress: nu, from Poshh (my beautiful Christmas gift from E) worn
with vintage Kenneth Jay Lane bangle and of course, a glass of Florence's finest Chianti
Savannah, Nick, Molly, and I at the Opera house
I've never missed an opportunity to play dress up...
Even at the Italian Opera...
from the very last row of the Opera house.
I realize that I am very lucky to have an incredible family that understands the magic of growing up going to the theatre and the ballet. I feel so lucky to look back and think about all the Christmases spent at the Radio City Music Spectacular with my dad, the Nutcracker (during the golden age when it still came to the Fox!), and sitting in the perfect seats on Broadway to see Brynn in Sunday in the Park with George, crying laughing at Spelling Bee, Spring Awakening, and Avenue Q, and sitting awestruck at The Lion King in Toronto.
Still, I had never been to the Opera before last week and it was so cool to experience something new, even if it was in a language that I understand every 28th word of (even though the words are projected above the stage). The costumes were fantastic and of course, the power of their voices blew me away. Made even better knowing that one of my favorite professors at UM was once a professional Opera singer... mad respect.
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