#BalletHistory during 1797 12 December

Dearest readers,

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet, where pink tutus are always in vogue and time travel is a weekly adventure! As you know, this month's escapade whisked me back to a particularly exciting era: December 12th, 1797.

Can you imagine, my darlings, a world without tutus? A world where silk and satin were confined to drawing rooms and the most revolutionary stage costumes were perhaps a simple shift dress? It would be utterly shocking, wouldn't it? But fear not, my loyal readers! This time, it's not a world I had to brave... thankfully.

As the snowflakes danced their intricate choreography upon the frosted grass of Derbyshire, I climbed aboard my trusty steed, Magic Meg, the most magnificent pink sparkling shire you ever did see, with golden hooves that barely touch the ground and a mane and tail the colour of freshly fallen snow. She’s the perfect travelling companion - loyal, swift, and absolutely adored by everyone who lays eyes on her.

With my leather rucksack prepped and ready to collect ballet treasures, I whispered my magical incantation, and the air swirled with stardust, sending us soaring through the centuries and landing us smack-dab in the heart of London, 1797.

As I explored this historic moment in ballet history, I was struck by the palpable sense of anticipation that filled the air. While the era wasn't yet awash with tutus, there were unmistakable whispers of a change coming. The old rules, the stiff bodices and long skirts, were slowly starting to break, paving the way for a more dynamic, expressive, and dare I say, modern way of dance.

Indeed, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden, on that very date in 1797, a ballet performance was taking place titled "The Caprice." Now, while it may not have been a full-fledged, tutu-filled affair, the title itself, a “caprice”, implies a whimsical and adventurous style - a foreshadowing of the grand tutus to come.

In 1797, dancers, such as the renowned Parisian star, Marie Allard, began introducing more elaborate choreography and a more lyrical style, and a key element in the evolution of ballet as we know it! They may not have worn pink tutus yet, but their passion for pushing boundaries inspired me, and as I tucked away notes on their innovative styles, I knew I was witnessing the first sparks of the ballet revolution that would sweep the world.

During my 1797 adventure, I had the absolute pleasure of attending an exclusive London salon hosted by Lady Caroline Lamb, an enchanting woman whose influence on society was undeniable. Her grace, intellect, and exquisite fashion sense mirrored the changing tastes of the era. It was during this captivating evening, where intellectual discussions flowed with the wine and witty banter crackled like sparks in a fireplace, that I encountered a real life “ballet muse”!

The very embodiment of grace, a young aspiring dancer named Eliza was surrounded by admirers. She moved with a captivating mix of Parisian flair and English refinement that left me speechless. We conversed, of course, about everything from the elegance of dancing on pointe, the challenges of a dancer’s life, and, most importantly, the enduring allure of a pink tutu!

This incredible experience, this little slice of Parisian ballet influence in the midst of London, reminded me of something I often tell myself: "Style, my dear, is an evolution, not a revolution.” Even without those magical tulle creations that make my heart sing, the world was filled with passionate performers eager to explore their artistic expression, and it was truly a treat to be a part of it all!

When I wasn't captivated by Parisian fashion and literary discussions at exclusive London gatherings, I immersed myself in the fascinating world of Victorian ballet history.

I learned, for instance, that many Londoners considered a ballet dancer a rebellious, almost revolutionary character, defying social norms of decorum. Yet, here I am, my dears, happily defying expectations with my whimsical pink tutu and my time-traveling ways. They were breaking the mould of society with their elegance and athleticism, and so do we!

Speaking of tutus… you know I wouldn't leave you hanging without some tips on how to incorporate a touch of Parisian flair and rebellious charm into your own outfits. Here’s a thought: Why not channel the elegant boldness of an early 19th-century ballerina, with a little pink tutu magic?

Think a crisp white shirt or blouse with a delicate ruffled collar, paired with a floor-length skirt or trousers in a deep shade of emerald or sapphire, a hint of velvet perhaps, for a hint of drama. Finally, add that pop of rebellion, and pure whimsy, with a delicate pink tulle skirt layered over everything, with the tulle dipping to a flattering length for a modern take on vintage style.

With the pink tutu on, and a touch of Victorian sophistication, you'll be the most talked about dancer on the dance floor. Remember, darling, we are living proof that history is meant to be revisited, admired, and most importantly, reinterpreted through a pink-tutu-clad lens.

Until next month, remember to dance, dream, and embrace your inner ballerina,

Emma xx

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