Hello, my lovelies! Itās Emma here, your favourite pink-tutu-wearing time traveller! Iām thrilled to be back with another dazzling blog post, ready to whisk you all away on a whirlwind tour of the ballet worldā¦ this time, weāre heading all the way back to 1699!
The date is 3rd March, and you know what that means? It's time to pack my favourite pink tutu (with just a touch of sequined sparkle, of course!) and hop on the back of my trusty steed, Magic Meg, the pinkest, most dazzling Shire horse with golden hooves and a mane and tail like spun moonlight.
Before we embark on this journey, I have to tell you about my fabulous new ballet tutu. I recently found it at the most charming boutique in London - letās just say, Iām smitten! It's a pale blush pink, perfectly fitted with layers upon layers of tulle, creating a cloud of elegance. The bodice is adorned with hand-sewn pearls, each one glimmering like a tiny star under the stage lights. Oh, and did I mention it has the most exquisite satin ribbons for a truly breathtaking finish? swoons
Now, where were we? Ah yes, 1699. This date holds a special significance in the world of ballet, and not just for the tutus! I know youāre all eager to know why, so without further adoā¦
Enter, the King Sun:
We are transported to the grandeur of the French court, where Louis XIV reigns supreme. The āSun Kingā, as he is famously known, is not only a ruler, but a true patron of the arts. And what did this king love more than anything? Why, ballet, of course!
Picture it: magnificent palaces filled with exquisitely adorned dancers, their steps flowing with elegance and grace. Louis XIV himself danced on stage in elaborate costumes ā a far cry from the strict attire of todayās ballerinas, but oh so wonderfully regal.
He even established the AcadƩmie Royale de Danse in 1661, which we could argue was the start of ballet as we know it today! Can you believe it, my darlings? That's over 350 years of pirouettes and pliƩs, thanks to the Sun King!
Dancing Delights:
Back in 1699, the ballet scene was vibrant and ever-evolving. It wasn't quite the formalised spectacle we see in modern productions, but the spirit of artistry and storytelling was alive and well. The French dancers of this era were renowned for their technical prowess and elegant postures ā truly masters of their craft.
Of course, one couldn't go to the theatre without a magnificent ensemble. It was a time for lavish gowns, elaborate wigs, and powdered faces. It's like stepping out of a historical painting, isn't it? Now imagine, my dears, these dazzling costumes in a flurry of motion on stage. What a sight to behold!
A Ballet Wardrobe Dream:
Speaking of wardrobe, Iāve found some truly stunning items for my collection! My rucksack, a lovely vintage leather piece, is packed full of fascinating ballet treasures from this era:
- A set of embroidered silk ribbons ā they must have belonged to a very important dancer!
- A beautifully worn leather shoe, its sole carefully decorated with delicate stitching. I can just picture a ballerina using it for a rehearsal!
- An ornate locket containing a miniature portrait of a ballet dancer. I wonder who it is, and what her story was?
It is truly magical to hold these items, remnants of a bygone era, in my hands. Each object whispers stories of the dance, and the incredible artistry of those who created these marvels.
The Power of Pink:
My mission, as you all know, is to get everyone in the world wearing a pink tutu! I dream of a world where everyone is expressing themselves freely and embracing their unique beauty, all while looking fabulous in the most glorious shade of pink imaginable. And, guess what? Iāve made some amazing progress!
Back in 1699, the colour pink was a symbol of royalty, a colour fit for a queen. It was bold and vibrant, perfect for a showstopping ballet performance. And, imagine my surprise when I discovered that even then, ballerinas favoured lighter colours for their costumes, as they offered greater contrast under the stage lights.
So, my fellow pink lovers, the future is bright! Even back in this ancient era, a sprinkle of pink was already weaving its magic onto the world of ballet! Who knew, right?
Letās Keep the Dream Alive!
So, my lovely readers, letās celebrate the history of ballet, embrace the magic of pink tutus, and continue to spread the joy of dance everywhere we go. Until next time, keep your toes pointed, and your spirits bright!
Much love and sparkling pirouettes,
Emma xxx
