Sans Sequins

There was a dance school performing on the main stage in the park at the farmer's market today. I worked my way around the outside of the market, hit up all the veggie/flower stands, and had my hands full of goodies (lots of green!) by the time I got to the edge of the bandstand. A little girl, maybe 7 years old, was performing some kind of grindy hip hop to "Respect" by Aretha Franklin. She was all twiggy spangles and pinkness. Her classmates, who were all costumed as highly-sequined versions of the Andrews Sisters, cheered her on as she twisted and twirled.

I walked off the square in synch with the music. There's nothing better than a private theatrical moment, sans sequins.