Hello my darlings, welcome back to Pink Tutu Time Travels, your monthly dose of ballet history, fashion, and frolics! Today marks the 2138th entry in my delightful blog, and I am utterly thrilled to share with you all the fabulous adventures I've been having in the captivating world of ballet during 1839. Oh, and don't forget, I'm still working on getting everyone wearing a pink tutu - it's a lifelong mission, you see!
As you all know, I've recently fallen head over heels for the romantic era of ballet, and I wouldn't be surprised if you've caught me sporting some beautiful romantic style tutus lately. This enchanting era of dancing was blossoming across Europe at this time, and as I galloped through the streets of London atop my dear Magic Meg – my beautiful pink, sparkling Shire horse with golden hooves and a snow-white mane and tail – I simply couldn't resist the urge to delve deeper into the captivating world of ballet during February of 1839.
The chilly air of February whipped at my face as we approached London's iconic Covent Garden. And just like a fairytale, Magic Meg carried me through the bustling streets of Victorian London, toward the grand, imposing, but utterly fascinating theatre!
As I entered, the scent of history washed over me: a mix of dusty old velvet, freshly polished wood, and a dash of perfumed whispers from those elegant, bygone eras. I just adore the elegance of bygone ages, and the sheer scale of this theatre truly takes my breath away! I always make sure I pack a little extra petticoats and boning for when I step back in time. And to stay incognito, my magical pink tutu always seems to fit right in amongst the romantic lace and silks, don't you think?
Just then, as I was taking it all in, the magnificent stage was filled with dancers, a truly majestic scene. And there, amongst the elegant company, I recognised some of the era's legendary figures – Carlotta Grisi, the ultimate Romantic ballerina, her dance as delicate and graceful as a hummingbird in flight, and Jules Perrot, the choreographer whose work so beautifully captures the heart of Romanticism. How could I not feel a touch of excitement at the mere sight of them, dancing in the world of Giselle, that unforgettable story of heartbreak and true love, with music by that romantic genius, Adolphe Adam?
Oh, I couldn't help but grab a little seat in the opulent stalls, all red velvet and embroidered gold. This is what true theatre is all about, and as I sat there, captivated by the artistry and expression, my heart couldn't help but swell with admiration for the dedication, the talent, and the artistry of these magnificent performers. The entire performance was filled with the beauty and fragility of Romanticism – soft music, fluttering white tutus, elegant gestures, and that oh-so-touching vulnerability, as they expressed the emotional journeys of the characters in Giselle to a captivated audience.
Afterwards, I slipped backstage with my leather rucksack, full of pink frills, pockets for treasures, and space for the captivating tales and snippets of information that I encounter. What else did I find myself surrounded by? Stunning costumes, sparkling rhinestones, and a charming chatter between the performers - the whispers and secrets of a world built around dedication to their craft. How I love being part of that backstage world.
As for my mission? I can't help but imagine all these elegant ballerinas in glorious pink tutus. So I sneakily managed to tuck a few carefully chosen pieces from my personal collection into the dressing rooms for the ballerinas. Oh, don't you worry - I only ever leave something truly special for those truly special ballerinas - their reactions, especially from Carlotta, were quite the highlight of the evening. Their enthusiasm was simply contagious! And just a tiny, tiny dash of pink seemed to make such a difference, even if just a bit of trim or an embellishment.
Now, to tell you about my latest findings: as I snuck away from the enchanting world of ballet that night, a delightful find awaited me, right by the river Thames. There I discovered a delightful bookshop! Tucked away like a hidden gem, it overflowed with beautifully bound volumes, and I found myself completely entranced by an extraordinary little book on the origins of ballet, tucked away in the dusty corner. It seems this whole ballet journey truly started in the opulent courts of Italy, in the glorious sixteenth century! Can you imagine, a history stretching so far back into the ages?
From that beautiful find, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, and it fueled my determination. Yes, my darlings, I feel we're on the precipice of something amazing. As I settled down with Magic Meg for the journey home, I found myself musing over all the wondrous stories that we'd collected and the captivating world of dance that continues to enthral me. The journey never ends for a pink-tutu-loving time traveler. So join me again next month for another ballet-tastic time-traveling adventure! Remember, darling, you're never too old to put on a pink tutu and twirl. It's never too late to follow your passions and, who knows, maybe even get everyone wearing a pink tutu!
Until next time, twirl on!
Your Pink Tutu Time Traveling Correspondent,
Emma xx
www.pink-tutu.com
