Hello darlings! It's Emma, your Pink Tutu time-travelling ballerina, back for another adventure. Today's date? 11th November, 1849, and oh, the whirlwind of history I'm caught in! It’s always thrilling to dip into the past, especially when the world of ballet is buzzing, and this day was no exception.
This month's journey began, as usual, at my beloved stables. My trusty steed, Magic Meg – a magnificent pink sparkling Shire with golden hooves and a flowing white mane and tail – pawed the ground impatiently, her pink halter glittering in the Derbyshire sunlight. Her pink sparkly saddle awaited me, ready to transport us to the Victorian era. I took a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the journey as I donned my iconic pink tutu and my leather rucksack for gathering precious ballet tales and trinkets from this fascinating period.
After a magical journey across time, I arrived in a London bathed in a foggy twilight. This time period is just SO much fun! The theatres were a flurry of activity with bustling audiences keen to see the newest and most captivating dance performances.
My first stop? Covent Garden Theatre! The very name evokes visions of grand performances and elegant figures swirling in silk and tulle. Inside, a delightful buzz filled the air. My first stop was a fascinating exhibit on ballet costumes, highlighting the shift from the traditional voluminous gowns to shorter, more comfortable, but just as beautiful styles. Oh, the lace, the embroidery, the layers upon layers of frills! It was such a pleasure to learn about how they crafted these gorgeous garments. I snapped several photos to inspire my own design ideas. I'm definitely thinking of incorporating some Victorian details into my next pink tutu collection!
The air buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly anticipated the night's performance, “La Fille mal gardée”. This classic comedic ballet, first performed in 1828, was still a favourite of the Parisian and London audiences. The story revolves around Lise, a mischievous young woman determined to marry her sweetheart instead of the rich but unpleasant suitor chosen by her overbearing mother. I absolutely loved the music and the playful charm of this story, all conveyed with such grace and agility by the dancers. The costumes were, of course, magnificent. The elaborate fabrics, the dazzling colours, and the intricate details - everything felt perfectly balanced and enchanting.
After the performance, I was treated to a delicious hot chocolate in a quaint café. The gentle sound of conversations about the ballet added a layer of romantic charm to the evening.
Of course, my adventures extended beyond the stage. The ballet was thriving in all corners of Victorian London. Dance academies thrived, bustling with young girls and boys learning the steps that would take them to the world of performing. And speaking of ballet performances, I stumbled upon an incredible ballet exhibition that showcased fascinating images from the 19th century. This was such a delightful discovery! One of my favourite pieces was an intriguing drawing of a dancer balancing on the tip of her toes, gracefully poised, while adorned in a vibrant pink tutu! I found myself feeling a connection with her.
I continued to explore the Victorian ballet scene, discovering small local theatres and studios bursting with talented dancers. It was in one of these smaller studios that I stumbled upon a remarkable display of ballet shoes. Rows upon rows of dainty satin slippers in different sizes and colours, all meticulously handcrafted. Each stitch was a testament to the skill and dedication of these Victorian craftspeople. They reminded me of my own trusty dancing shoes that were back home – worn-in but loved!
On the streets of London, I observed the daily routines of Victorian ballet dancers - gracious young girls and gentlemen all practicing their moves and enjoying each other’s company. They’d be on their way to rehearsals or workshops or enjoying the social side of this dynamic art form. It reminded me of how we all embrace a similar spirit within our Derbyshire dance community.
I spent the afternoon indulging in some retail therapy, purchasing a gorgeous vintage ballerina locket from a charming antique store, with a tiny ballet dancer painted on its cover. I could practically hear the tinkling of the tiny silver bells attached to the chain - a whimsical touch to remind me of my Victorian escapades. This will be a treasured keepsake and I will certainly be incorporating some Victorian-inspired elements in my upcoming performance and costumes. After all, ballet history provides the best inspiration, don't you think?
And finally, after an enchanting day, Magic Meg transported me back to our stable, a world away from the Victorian bustle. But the magic and wonder I encountered that day will stay with me long after the memories of this 11th November, 1849, fade.
Remember darlings, ballet is a language that transcends time. And we can all express ourselves through the grace and beauty of movement. Now, I know this was a whirlwind, but keep those toes pointing! And do join me on www.pink-tutu.com, for the latest posts on ballet fashion and adventures!
Until next month, darlings!
Emma, The Pink Tutu Ballerina
P.S. This is blog post number 2267, and my next trip is planned to celebrate International Ballet Day on the 29th April, 1949. Until then, do share your thoughts on the pink tutu trend in the comments!
