92/365: B is for ... the Ballerina

So far this year my decluttering efforts have been focused on the things I want to get rid of.  All very necessary as there is so much that needs to go, but this month I'm having a bit of a change and will be looking at the special items I want to keep.

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This one of several ballerina statuettes that were gifts from Ced, not for any special occasions but to mark a story from my childhood which he found extremely amusing. I don't have an actual memory of this so it's only what I've been told, but I'll tell you the story now ...  before I begin, you'll need to know that my sister's name is Ena, my name is Eileen and that we are twins, so were always treated the same - what one got, the other one had too. 

 

Anyway, we weren't very old, probably only about five or six, and were watching the newly acquired television.  I don't think anyone remembers which programme we were watching, but it featured ballet and of course the ballerinas in their beautiful tutus. After a while Ena turned to Mum and said "Mum, when I grow up can I be a ballerina?".  Then, not to be outdone ... you know what's coming don't you! ... I apparently turned to Mum and said "Mum, when I grow up can I be a ballereileen?".

 

Ced thought this was hysterical and it's one of the (many) stories that gave him, and my siblings, a good laugh at my expense.  I prefer to think that it shows me as cute rather than dim, but I'm not sure they'd agree with me!