Last week I finished up this tutorial for Project Wedding -a flower hair pin made from tulle, chiffon and a tiny cluster of old glass beads. Click over to get the how-to.Cutting the half yard of muted pink chiffon, I was reminded so much of after-school-ballet. Of those enviable and airy wrap around skirts some of the girls wore. For weeks I anticipated the start of those classes, donning ballet slippers daily, wearing holes in them running down the rough asphalt street to the mailbox. The luster sort of vanished in a crowded little dressing room, right off the dance floor, where the hot air of California autumn stagnantly cycled through two awning windows near the ceiling. To my second grade self there and then, nothing seemed worse than an itchy pair of pale pink tights and an ill-fitted leotard in faded black. Needless to say I never became a ballerina, but I came to learn a few things. That life's not always pink satin pointe shoes, smooth and perfect. Not always gathered tulle, fanciful and featherlight. And that true passions, those most loved and cherished, require determination and sustain disappointment.