Hello, darlings! Emma here, your resident pink tutu-clad time traveller, bringing you another month's adventure from the world of ballet! As always, you can find my monthly chronicles right here on my beloved www.pink-tutu.com, where we'll delve into the stories, styles and sheer beauty of the dance.
This month, I'm whisking us back to 7th July, 1843. Magic Meg, my glorious pink-sparkling shire steed, with those oh-so-gorgeous golden hooves and flowing white mane and tail, took us soaring back through the ages. You wouldn't believe the lovely countryside views from up here! The scent of lavender and hay carried on the summer breeze as we travelled back, and Meg and I both took a deep breath of pure joy before settling into our little journey.
Today, I was off to London. It's been a long time since I visited this glorious city and it was always a pleasure to watch the bustle, with the elegant gentlemen in top hats and ladies with parasols walking in their finest attire. A gentleman even complimented Magic Meg - a sure sign that he possessed excellent taste! It is important, my dears, to always dress your very best; one never knows when an opportunity for a compliment may present itself, wouldn't you say?
It's been a long time since my last visit and so I thought I'd indulge in a little shopping - what's a ballet girl to do after all, especially when she's been travelling in time?
The fashion houses, my dears! Such exquisite gowns, silken parasols and shoes, it really is quite wonderful - I must admit to indulging in a few delightful frills. You'll never guess what I snagged... A pink silk parasol with ruffles, to match my favourite tutu! A tiny little bit of a splurge, of course, but one cannot be a ballet ballerina without a bit of luxury!
So, after I indulged my shopping bug, it was time to head off to the theatre. And let me tell you, there were many wonders to behold this evening. A little ballet called "Giselle," created by our most adored Théophile Gautier, which has been having a triumphant run here.
Let me tell you, it was simply sublime. I find "Giselle" rather emotional, my dears. But not too melancholy for this sunny London day, mind you, a delightful performance with truly remarkable ballerinas, all of whom have perfected the art of gliding across the stage, their elegant forms creating poetry in motion. It truly is captivating. You can find some beautiful sketches of the dancers I saw today - all done in that stunning Victorian art style! I even snapped up some vintage ballet posters - for the true fan, there's simply nothing better! I have tucked those away carefully, for the journey home.
Of course, with such exciting events unfolding in London, I can't help but wonder what other ballet treasures await elsewhere in the world. It was only last month that we had a grand soirée in Paris and you simply can't tell the stories of ballet without speaking about the grand city of Paris, with its magnificent ballet stages, its history, and of course, its gorgeous gowns.
My dearest ballet lovers, remember, whether you are twirling around the village square, perfecting your steps in the local hall, or enjoying a grand performance in London or Paris, there is a place for ballet everywhere.
As always, I must return you to your time and I hope you all will find something wonderful and enchanting about this beautiful dance form. The love of ballet can make our hearts sing, even across the vast expanse of time and space! I have so much to share from this wonderful journey and my collection of ballet memories and items, my leather rucksack now heavier than ever - all of them memories to inspire the ballerina inside every one of you. Keep dreaming of pirouettes, remember to wear your very best, and keep your tutus flowing, dear readers! Until next month!
