Hello darlings! Emma here, back with another dazzling dive into the world of ballet through time! It's October 10th, 1939, and let me tell you, the world is buzzing with excitement and a sprinkle of nervousness too, but we'll get to that later.
As always, I'm waltzing through time in my favourite pink tutu, this one with a little more shimmer than usual, just to reflect the mood of the day. You see, today, we're visiting London, specifically the Royal Opera House, a magnificent place even from the outside. But the real magic is what's happening inside: The Sleeping Beauty is on! Yes, darling, Tchaikovsky's masterpiece, one of the most beloved ballets ever, is bringing its fairytale charm to life.
You can just imagine the excitement buzzing in the air, everyone dressed to the nines, like a beautiful ballet of humanity itself. This was the era of elegance, when even the way people sat at a theatre was considered art!
Speaking of art, I just had to add this magnificent beaded hair comb I found at an antique shop, perfect for a vintage twist, and just picture it adorned with some of those exquisite 1930s curls! So dreamy. This lovely little treasure is making its way to my rucksack – the perfect memento of this time-hopping adventure.
Now, while the audience is enjoying The Sleeping Beauty, let's get into the behind-the-scenes whispers of 1939. This was a year of change and uncertainty – the beginning of a great war had cast its shadow across the globe. Yet, here, at the Royal Opera House, beauty and grace continued to blossom on stage. Perhaps, it was an escape from reality, a sanctuary of imagination and artistry, or maybe, a symbol of hope in times of despair – all wrapped in beautiful music and exquisite choreography.
It's quite extraordinary, you know, to see how art, even during times of turbulence, becomes a powerful voice. This got me thinking: could it be that dancing, that glorious expression of movement and beauty, is itself a way to find peace and understanding? Perhaps that's why even during the darkest of times, ballet remained a cherished art form, reminding people that even amidst turmoil, the beauty of the human spirit could flourish.
And then there's Magic Meg, my magnificent shire horse, a picture of pink-hued grace. As always, she's a vision with her gleaming golden hooves and white mane and tail – such a wonderful, sparkly reminder that magic and grace exist, even during periods of hardship. We wouldn't have this adventure without Meg – she's the embodiment of grace, elegance and…well, just pink magic!
The other highlight of my trip to 1939 London? The fashion, darlings, oh the fashion! My goodness, the 1930s had a style all of its own: bold, glamorous and oh-so-chic! Think beautiful fabrics, sleek lines and those oh-so-iconic wide-brimmed hats.
Oh, I couldn't resist a little shopping, a bit of retail therapy to commemorate the experience. You've just got to believe that pink has to play a part in 1930s style. I found this adorable pair of gloves with just a hint of pink detailing – perfect for my ballet attire, adding a little 1930s flair to my modern looks! It's just the sort of delightful vintage find you want when travelling through time! They are definitely heading to my rucksack to become future ballet outfit additions.
So there you have it, darling. My visit to 1939 was filled with ballet, beauty and, of course, a dash of pink magic. Remember, it's never too late to explore the world of ballet, whether it’s here in 2023 or way back in 1939. And you never know, you might just discover your own pink tutu time travel adventure, like me!
Until next time, keep twirling and let your inner ballet diva shine!
Lots of love,
Emma
xx
