#BalletHistory during 1716 03 March

Hello darling ballet lovers! Emma here, back from another thrilling journey through time! March the 3rd 1716 is a date that holds a special place in my pink-tutu-clad heart. Imagine my excitement as I mounted Magic Meg, my glorious pink shimmering shire horse with hooves like liquid gold, and prepared for an adventure into the fascinating world of the 18th century!

My destination was the heart of London, and the focus was the London stage! This time period saw a flourishing of theatre, but what is on in the ballet world?

It wasn’t the time for a grand balletic extravaganza quite yet, but a new generation of ballet stars were about to emerge. The legendary French dancer and choreographer, Jean-Baptiste Lully was long gone, sadly, but his influence could be seen across London. It was during his time in Paris that a ballet in two acts was created for a production of "Phaeton". This had its English debut at Covent Garden and wowed the London crowds. What a fascinating era it must have been!

I felt the anticipation growing in my own heart, the bustling London streets seemed alive with the thrill of the upcoming ballet season! Just imagine - powdered wigs, breeches, silk gowns, the gleam of chandeliers reflecting in those wide, expectant eyes. It was a glimpse into an elegant era of grand fashion, theatre and art that only fuelled my own love of everything ballet. I could almost smell the musk and hear the whispers of intrigue amongst the elegant throngs!

What would a time-traveling ballerina do with all this excitement? Of course, a spot of shopping was a must! I discovered a truly wonderful haberdashery nestled in a cobbled side street. Just imagine - ribbons, lace, silk and an assortment of colourful fabrics fit for a queen, all stacked and displayed in tempting bundles! A little splurge never hurts, and my bag is bursting with exquisite new material for my own pink-tutu designs. Maybe a splash of crimson for my next performance?!

As always, I didn’t miss the chance to share the joy of ballet. Who knew the magic of a pink tutu was so universal?! While exploring a charming little market square, I encountered a sweet young lady, no older than I, learning her first steps as a ballerina. What a delightful coincidence! It was like fate brought us together.

I could tell she had passion for the art, just like me, and she even sported a rather endearing little version of a pink tutu, fashioned from scraps of fabric. So heartwarming!

With the grace and elegance of a ballerina, I offered to teach her a few simple steps, the graceful elegance of the French dance. We practised alongside a row of vendors selling plump peaches and freshly baked bread, their smiles mirroring our joy. Even back in the 1700s, the pink tutu magic was real! It just reinforces that ballet is truly a universal language, bridging gaps of time, language and even fashion!

I bid farewell to London and returned to my lovely Derbyshire home, with memories overflowing like a grand ballroom! It's always good to be back in the peace and quiet of my quaint Derbyshire cottage after such an exciting adventure, and there is no better place to unwind than amongst my collection of ballet memorabilia and, of course, a little ballet practice. After all, the more time travel adventures I have, the more experiences I can share with you!

And oh, if you’d like to learn more about the enchanting history of ballet and my own Pink Tutu time-travel adventures, pop on over to www.pink-tutu.com for more thrilling journeys into the wonderful world of dance.

Until next time, dear ballet lovers! Keep those tutus twirling!