Hello, my darling dance enthusiasts! Emma here, and as always, it's a pink-tastic day for time travel!
Today, September 9th, 1739, my shimmering pink tutu is twirling through the cobbled streets of London, and let me tell you, this time period has quite the charm!
Now, imagine a carriage full of pink roses, drawn by Magic Meg - our very own sparkling Shire horse - her mane flowing like spun gold. This was the sight that graced the streets of London today! With the help of a pinch of pixie dust (and a few expertly crafted ballet leaps) we made our way to the Theatre Royal Covent Garden - a majestic venue brimming with history, and anticipation.
You see, on this very date, in this very place, a new era in English ballet unfolded! The company had just embarked on a groundbreaking new season with none other than Marie Sallé gracing the stage. Can you believe it? It felt like stepping back in time to witness history in the making. My little ballet heart was dancing!
Imagine this – my leather rucksack overflowing with the whispers of the era! I just snagged a beautifully etched handbill advertising the season's grand opening and a sketch of the stunning costumes worn by the dancers - oh, to see such elegance in person! Sallé herself wore a simple Grecian costume with bare arms and a flowing tunic - it was all about effortless movement, expressing the story through dance. I tucked the delicate, hand-drawn designs of her costume in my rucksack - a piece of ballet history, literally!
Now, for the grand performance: I can't divulge too much, darling, as you know I need to keep the ballet magic flowing - no spoilers allowed! But the applause was deafening, the air thick with anticipation. The grace of the dancers, the passion in their movements, and the storytelling, pure magic - that is what ballet truly embodies.
After the show, the whole city was buzzing about the performance. Even the fashionable ladies and gents, swirling through the dimly lit cafes and taverns, couldn't stop chatting about the dazzling spectacle of movement. Oh, the whispers, the giggling, the gossip, I even heard a few 'oohs' and 'aahs'! I soaked it all in, observing the excitement, the shared passion for dance, even centuries ago. It makes you feel a true connection to ballet, the art, the artistry, the spirit of performance, and the ever-lasting beauty.
Speaking of beauty, after the show, I found myself in a hidden courtyard behind Covent Garden - surrounded by gorgeous pink flowers and soft lamplight. It was the perfect spot to sit, twirl, and imagine being part of this glamorous and dramatic world. Oh, how I love the feel of London's old, bustling streets, the energy of a crowd gathered for a performance - the theatre was literally my playground.
Back at the Inn, as I meticulously sewed sequins onto my pink tutu, I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible day. Today, my sweet dance lovers, you can see that even back in 1739, the magic of ballet captivated audiences, sparked a fire in their souls, just like it does today!
But you know what? This story, this passion for ballet, it's not confined to London. We're on a global adventure, you know, and in just a few weeks, my darling pink tutu will be prancing through Paris!
Keep an eye on www.pink-tutu.com for the next episode, dear ones. Until then, may your days be filled with twirls and pirouettes!
P.S. Let's spread the love for pink tutus. Don't forget to wear one to your next ballet class!
See you in Paris, my dears!
Emma x
