White lace tutu

I thought my days of dreaming of wearing a lace tutu were over after quitting ballet age 10; the regret of never having danced en pointe occasionally pops back into my head. The weirdness of standing like a frog was balanced out with good posture for a few years until I shook off both traits. These days I'm not even sure I can muster a good toes-naughty toes but hey ho, that's 20 years of life under the bridge. Where was I? Oh yes, the lace tutu. I wouldn't have bought it at all without the enabling of Hazel on a shopping trip to Norwich a while ago. I thought it was too short (and too young for me) but was informed otherwise and bought it anyway. I do love...