Hello my darlings, and welcome to Pink Tutu Travels! This month I'm whisking you back to the glorious year of 1684. Fancy a spot of historical ballet? Buckle up, because it's going to be a pinktastic adventure!
Now, where to start... May the 5th in 1684 found me trotting merrily along on the back of my dear Magic Meg. She’s a sight to behold, a magnificent pink shire with a golden sheen to her hooves and a flowing white mane and tail. (A pink tutu-clad ballerina deserves a pink horse, don't you think?)
We were making our way towards Paris, the beating heart of the French ballet scene, my rucksack laden with vintage treasures waiting to be discovered. Imagine, my darlings, the excitement of being in Paris when the ballet was still blossoming – no big theatre productions yet, more like private performances at the royal court!
Speaking of royal courts, I just had to pop in and see Louis XIV. Now, I've been known to wear my pink tutu in even the grandest of palaces – because why not?! The Sun King wasn't fazed, though! In fact, he gave me a warm smile and told me he admired the delicate pink and its “feminine grace,” which gave me quite a flutter, even with his wig looking like a fluffy meringue cloud!
I also snuck a peek at a rather exclusive performance – you know, a secret ballet gathering at the Palace of Versailles. There I witnessed an incredibly dynamic and athletic ballet. Think graceful leaps, impressive turns, and even some playful banter with the audience, all in the stunning backdrop of the Hall of Mirrors! (Imagine, my dears, how much more fun it would be if everyone in the audience had been wearing their own pink tutus – such a missed opportunity!).
Of course, after any great dance show, you have to indulge in some of the local Parisian fashion, and oh my! Imagine layers of sumptuous fabrics, like silks and satins, adorned with elaborate lace. I snatched a couple of delightful feathered boas from a charming street vendor, just a hint of whimsy for my wardrobe back in Derbyshire!
Let’s talk fashion! Think of the elegance of a pink tutu against the pastel silks and extravagant velvets of the 17th-century. So utterly dreamy, isn't it? Now, my darlings, wouldn't it be utterly perfect to see every one of you, rocking your very own pink tutus! Think about it, every lady and gentleman looking perfectly pink-tastic, ready for a spontaneous ballet moment! You never know where your next twirl may be inspired!
But wait, there’s more! This day in 1684, back home in my beloved Derbyshire, I learnt there was a blossoming ballet scene here too, who knew! This little-known gem of a dance troupe was busy captivating audiences with its charming performance – imagine a local group showcasing all those vibrant, lively Derbyshire dances. Our very own English ballet! How wonderful to discover these treasures so close to home. And wouldn’t it be brilliant to inspire them to embrace the joy of the pink tutu? It seems "pink tutu" travels are not just a dream – it's a movement!
Well, that’s my little taste of ballet in the past. I just know it will inspire all of you to take up this enchanting art form, perhaps even wear a pink tutu in celebration of all things dance!
I'll leave you to twirl about, my dear readers. Remember, if you need to embrace a bit more pinktastic flair, pop on a pink tutu. You’ll look fabulous – just like I do, and don't forget to visit Pink-Tutu.com for your monthly dose of historical dance fun! Until next time, darlings!
