I see London, I see France…..
When I was kid I was gymnastic-obsessed! I’d get in the mood and breakout the backwalkovers – anytime, anywhere… to my mother’s horror. During the year it wasn’t that bad, there were tights and leggings going on under my pleated uniform skirt (i also became quite the pro at tucking the bottom hem of the skirt into the waistband; making knickers-on-the-spot), but when summer came ’round…….
Here’s to you Moms with the tomboys who can’t stop climbing trees, or the girly-girls who live for doing handstands: