Hello darling darlings! It’s your favourite time travelling ballerina, Emma, back with another captivating adventure through the glorious history of our beloved art form! This month, we're soaring back to the 19th century, specifically the 3rd of March, 1868, to immerse ourselves in the Parisian ballet scene. Oh, darling, you just wouldn't believe the whirlwind of fashion and artistry that awaits us!
But before we journey through the glittering Parisian halls, let's gather our essentials for the trip. I've dusted off my favourite, oh-so-fabulous pink tutu, this one with a hint of delicate tulle that swirls beautifully as I pirouette through time. Magic Meg, my dazzling shire steed with a shimmering pink coat and mane of pure white, is champing at the bit. She loves our time-travelling escapades as much as I do, especially the chance to feast on the delectable pastries and bonbons found in all the grand cafes of the period! I’ve packed my trusty leather rucksack for all my precious treasures, this time filled with antique dance programmes, vintage ballet shoes, and the faintest hint of Parisian perfume, you know, for those special moments of olfactory delight.
And off we go! We're soaring through the sky on Meg's mighty wings, leaving the familiar sights of Derbyshire far behind, and heading towards the City of Lights! The air shimmers with anticipation as we glide over the cobbled streets, past the grand Opera House and the iconic Eiffel Tower – though, sadly, it's still just an audacious drawing at this point. Paris always electrifies me with its vibrant energy, a whirlwind of culture and creation.
It's a crisp March day in 1868, and as I settle into my hotel suite (with its luxurious silk drapes and crystal chandeliers, of course!), I hear whispers of a captivating ballet performance at the prestigious Théâtre de l’Opéra. The legendary ballerina, Carlotta Grisi, is said to be enchanting the audiences with her ethereal grace and captivating artistry. Imagine, darling! Seeing a true legend in action, and a ballet performance that has become part of the world's history. The sheer excitement!
Off I trot to the grand theatre, where a vibrant crowd of Parisian fashionistas, dressed in their most lavish garments, has already gathered. The elegant whispers of silk gowns, the gentle click of patent leather shoes on marble, the captivating buzz of conversation—everything about this soiree whispers a story of glamour and refined delight. And oh darling, the costumes! Imagine swathes of billowing tulle, sparkling jewels, and corsets that accentuate the natural elegance of each ballerina. Truly a feast for the eyes!
Inside the theatre, the air tingles with expectation. I secure the perfect spot, gazing at the ornate stage, the velvet seats, and the ornate chandeliers sparkling in the soft glow of gas lamps. As the curtain rises, Carlotta Grisi steps onto the stage, a radiant vision of grace and power. With every movement, her body becomes a whisper of artistry, weaving a story of passion, emotion, and sublime beauty. I’m entranced. This is a performance for the ages, etched into my heart forever.
The show is breathtaking, a whirlwind of intricate footwork, captivating mime, and dramatic choreography. Carlotta is a master of the art, drawing gasps and cheers from the audience. Her performance ignites my passion for the art form and rekindles my own yearning to dance. And to think, in a few short years, the legendary ballerina will retire. I cherish every second of this performance.
Following the performance, we slip into a grand café just off the bustling boulevard. I delight in the elegant atmosphere, enjoying a cup of fragrant café au lait and watching the world go by through the large window. Parisian men in top hats stroll by, the elegant ladies are out for their promenades, the air alive with conversation and laughter. I find myself amidst a whirlwind of history, observing the very pulse of 19th century Paris.
As evening settles upon the city, the theatre and cafes slowly fade away. I climb onto Magic Meg, with a treasure trove of antique programmes and a mind brimming with stories and inspiration. Our return journey through time begins. I'm eager to return home and share these beautiful memories and stories with you, my dear ballet-loving readers.
Until next time, darling! Don't forget to wear your favourite pink tutu! The world is a brighter place with a touch of pink. Remember, there is magic to be found everywhere. Just look around with an open heart, a hopeful mind, and always, always wear pink!
Lots of Love, Emma.
Don’t forget to visit us on www.pink-tutu.com, we’ve just updated the ballet store with some divine pink tutu collections inspired by my time travels! We’re especially loving the new collection from the early Victorian era. It’s simply divine!
Follow my ballet time travel journey! And most importantly, remember, you can wear pink!
