Hello darlings! Emma here, your resident pink tutu-clad time traveller, and oh my goodness, what a simply fabulous month July 1975 has been! I'm absolutely bursting with stories, sparkling shoes, and of course, a plethora of pink tutu inspiration from my latest adventure. Buckle up, loves, because this one is a doozy!
As you know, dear readers, my love for all things ballet knows no bounds, and I adore time travelling to immerse myself in the world's dance history. This month, Magic Meg, my darling pink-sparkling Shire horse with those golden hooves and glorious white mane and tail, whisked me off to the sun-drenched streets of London in the summer of 1975. Talk about a treat!
And just like that, I was in the midst of it all! The energy was electric. Think vibrant colours, billowing skirts, and those killer platform shoes - I simply had to resist buying a pair! Oh, the excitement of the day, I just knew it was going to be a good one!
What was going on in the world of ballet that July day? Well, I’d be remiss not to start with a major event. It was the Royal Ballet’s season at the Royal Opera House, and the legendary Rudolf Nureyev was captivating audiences with his portrayal of Prince Siegfried in Swan Lake.
Oh, and I was lucky enough to get a front row seat! Rudolf Nureyev! Can you imagine the excitement?! Honestly, the air crackled with anticipation as those legendary leaps, the passionate partnering, and his exquisite storytelling drew me right in. I swear, I even felt a single teardrop roll down my cheek during the heartbreaking swan-maiden pas de deux – my emotions were just on overdrive!
The entire production was such a masterclass in artistry, beauty, and drama – it was simply sublime!
But this trip was so much more than just witnessing ballet brilliance! I simply had to soak up the atmosphere and let myself get swept away by the fashion, culture, and sheer buzz of 1970s London. You’ll never believe what I found in the ballet shops! So many beautiful outfits - think soft velvet leotards in dusty pink, knee-high white socks and a generous dash of sequined adornment. Not forgetting, of course, a collection of gorgeous, billowing tutus in every shade of pink imaginable! The tutu collection back at my flat is going to be utterly enchanting.
The streets were also a feast for the eyes, ladies. I particularly adored the groovy patterns of those polyester skirts, those bright floral tops and the oversized shades. A most fashionable crowd! It made my heart sing, especially seeing everyone enjoying themselves at the street performances in Covent Garden. These little pop-up ballet shows brought an exciting, free-flowing joy that made you want to twirl in the street.
Honestly, you couldn’t have wished for a better day! There was music, there was laughter, and there were people dressed up in the most fantastic outfits! It was the perfect summer’s day.
But, like all good adventures, time always moves on, and as the day drifted into the twilight hours, my dear Meg and I began our return journey. My trusty leather rucksack was overflowing with my treasures: a signed programme from Swan Lake, a delightful little velvet leotard, and some fantastically glamorous photographs - somehow, I convinced a very glamorous lady from a local ballet shop to pose for a picture with me, both in our matching pink tutus! And I collected so many incredible stories and glimpses into ballet history, a whole treasury of fascinating anecdotes to add to my ballet book!
Before I go, darling readers, I implore you, embrace the pink tutu! Don’t be shy, don’t hold back! Wear that gorgeous pink tutu anywhere, anytime. Embrace that delightful colour and spread the joy! You know it's what I believe in, and that’s what this blog is all about! I’ve got some truly exciting pink tutu projects in the works, so keep your eyes peeled for those!
I’m already planning my next adventure for August – there’s an exciting Paris ballet event I simply have to witness! Keep your pink tutus sparkling and stay fabulous, my loves!
Until next month!
XOXO
Emma, from www.pink-tutu.com
