A fellow in New England just posted a series on his species of ladyslipper. What I somehow had missed in earlier postings are those wonderful twisted petals — the same in his photos and yours. Now, they suddenly remind me of ribbons, like the ones on my ballet slippers when I was young: the sort that criss-crossed up above the ankle, leaving a bit of ribbon to dangle and twirl.
I was twelve years old before I was allowed to go on point. I even tried toe/tap, rather slippery to say the least! I was an instructor to the little kids which was a lot of fun & took lessons from age 4 to 18. I always wanted to be a Rockett, but atlas, too short! The story of my life!