Hello, my darling tutu-lovers! Welcome back to another enchanting adventure through time with yours truly, Emma, and my fabulous, sparkly steed, Magic Meg. This month, we're twirling back to September 9th, 1738. You might be wondering what’s going on in the world of ballet back then? Let’s just say it's a time of burgeoning dance traditions! Grab your pinkest tulle, darlings, we're about to delve into the magical world of ballet in the 18th century.
Before we start, let's give a quick hello to all my new followers! I'm absolutely thrilled to see so many of you joining the pink tutu revolution. As you know, my goal is to get everyone in the world twirling in pink. Pink is power, my dears, pink is happiness, pink is… well, it’s simply fabulous. It’s like the magic dust of the ballet world!
Now, back to our travels. I must admit, my journey back to 1738 was a bit bumpy. Magic Meg is normally as calm as a dancer in arabesque, but today, she was as skittish as a ballerina taking her first plié. The weather was, to put it politely, less than favourable - I think I even spotted a few grey clouds attempting to copy my sparkly tutu. Nonetheless, the magic of the time machine pulled us through!
Landing amidst the cobbled streets of Paris, we were right in the heart of a blossoming ballet scene. Ballet wasn't the big spectacle it is today, but oh darling, it was making its mark. Imagine, you could simply wander into a theatre or court, and be greeted with the elegance of ballets featuring stories of gods, goddesses, and all kinds of fantastical creatures. It felt almost intimate, a precious shared secret of graceful movement and artistry.
Our first stop was the Opéra de Paris, a stunning building even by today's standards. Now, 1738 isn't known for iconic pink tutus – the world wasn’t ready for that dazzling colour just yet – but imagine this, my lovelies, the gowns, the fabrics, the elegance of the dancers! It’s like a dreamy whisper from a different era, a touch of vintage enchantment that just begs to be admired. I snuck my way into a performance and let me tell you, it was captivating.
The ballerinas were an exquisite vision in silk and satin. Each graceful step told a tale, each arabesque expressed a feeling, and those twinkling leaps - simply magnificent! The entire performance was an exercise in finesse and elegance. Even without those magnificent pink tutus, they painted a picture of movement and grace that simply took my breath away.
The world was a tad different back then, so of course, we had to follow the strict codes of the day. A pink tutu, I think, would have been quite the scandal! Oh, but imagine the impact! They would have just had to embrace it. After all, pink is truly the universal language of joy and beauty, and what is dance but a form of joyful expression?
However, just as quickly as we arrived, it was time to pack up my rucksack. You see, this little satchel holds my treasures – tiny glimpses of the past I carefully pack with stories and mementos from each adventure. I found a little program from the performance – I know it’s priceless! Imagine the delight of seeing a little snippet of ballet history through these faded papers.
But don’t worry my dears, even without pink tutus, I'm sure 1738 wouldn't have been the same without the grace and artistry of these early pioneers of ballet. Each leap, each twirl, each carefully-crafted dance spoke volumes. Their spirit of artistry has truly lived on through the decades, all the way to our glittering pink tutu filled world.
So, my little ballet bunnies, next month, we'll be heading to another magical time period! Keep your tutus bright, your smiles wide, and your passion for ballet strong. Remember, even the world's greatest ballerinas started somewhere. So go out there, and unleash your inner ballerina.
And until next month, let your imagination dance.
XOXO,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
