Post #467
Hello my dearest tutu-loving friends! It's Emma here, your resident time-travelling ballerina, back with another adventure from the pages of history. This month, I've landed in the vibrant city of Paris, and let me tell you, 1699 is bustling with energy and excitement!
It's the 11th of November, and a crisp, autumnal air sweeps through the streets. The cobbled pathways are thronged with elegant carriages and the scent of pastries fills the air. Just picturing this, wouldn't you agree it's simply divine?
But first, a quick chat about the fabulous steed that whisked me here – Magic Meg. My pink-sparkling shire, with those golden hooves and a mane like spun sugar, she never ceases to amaze. You've got to see her! Imagine a steed that knows exactly where to go through the twists and turns of time. With a flick of her white tail and a powerful kick of her gleaming hooves, she transported me here from my little studio in Derbyshire, straight into the heart of Parisian history!
Now, back to the ballet. You might think ballet as we know it wouldn't exist yet, right? Well, it wouldn't, but let's not forget that ballet was still finding its feet (pun intended!). This era was the birthplace of ballets with stories, of what we would call narrative ballets. We might see graceful steps like a "pas de deux," with gentlemen in their fancy coats and breeches and ladies in their opulent gowns and powdered wigs.
On this date in 1699, there's likely a vibrant soiree somewhere in the city. Imagine the grandeur – the opulent ballrooms adorned with candelabras and overflowing with beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen! Perhaps a renowned ballet master like Pierre Beauchamp, the 'father of French ballet', might be there, teaching intricate steps and choreographing elegant formations.
Of course, being a proper ballerina, I couldn't resist whipping out my signature pink tutu for a twirl or two through the bustling Parisian streets. The people gave me curious looks, but then smiled and doffed their hats, appreciating the gracefulness of it all!
Oh, my lovely ballet-obsessed readers, can you imagine – walking the streets where some of the most iconic ballets, like "Giselle" and "Swan Lake", would be created just a few decades later?
And, as usual, I'm bringing home souvenirs in my leather rucksack – a charming hand-drawn ballet program, maybe even a glimpse of the choreography notation! Every trip is a treasure hunt for me, finding the seeds that grew into the grand dance we love today.
Of course, what would a time-travelling ballerina be without her fashion finds? My pockets are bursting with little silk ribbons, scraps of exquisite lace, and tiny replicas of exquisite shoes I saw at the local markets!
And speaking of fashion, darling friends, I’ve been scheming about how I could give even this era a little 'pink-tutu' charm! Wouldn’t it be marvellous to see these lovely ladies sporting the elegant charm of a pink tutu under their grand gowns? I’m already envisioning the designs - maybe some intricate floral patterns, or a tulle sash of the most delicate shade of pink.
Oh, I cannot wait for next month, darling readers! It's going to be another extraordinary journey – stay tuned and remember, keep those tutus spinning! I hope you loved this story and make sure you visit www.pink-tutu.com for even more adventures!
Until next time, keep those toes pointed,
Emma xx
