Hello my darlings! It's Emma here, back with another thrilling tale from the world of Pink Tutu Time Travel. This month, we're soaring through the air with my faithful steed, Magic Meg, a pink-sparkling shire horse with a mane and tail like spun sugar and golden hooves that clickety-clack against the cobblestones of 1990!
Let me tell you, darlings, it was a whirlwind of a journey! Just imagine the pink tutu, the billowing tulle, the thrill of leaping across the centuries... all thanks to the power of Magic Meg. This time, we're visiting a September 9th filled with ballet wonders, fashion frolics, and enough shimmering glamour to make even the most discerning fashionista swoon.
First things first, a touch of personal glamour. Imagine a dress – think of the most delectable bubblegum pink, gathered into a delightful swirl, its neckline trimmed with delicate lace, flowing down to my ankles. Yes, this, my loves, was my ensemble for this particular time hop!
Now, to tell you what happened, we must first go back to my Derbyshire haven, my studio. The sun was beaming through the windows, casting golden light across my floor, my heart pounding with excitement! It's no ordinary day for me – it's my Time Travel Day! You see, I fund my travel, my love of pink, my insatiable appetite for vintage tutus by performing around the globe (and the occasional inter-dimensional travel – you know me!). This month, I’ll be performing at a magnificent, oh-so-fancy benefit for a local dance academy in… well, let’s not divulge that information! Let’s keep things a bit hush-hush, yes?
I always ensure my rucksack is ready, packed full with treasures. Imagine, my darlings, antique lace for the edges of a tutu, a pearl-encrusted hair comb from the 19th century, maybe even a forgotten ballet programme tucked inside!
As I strapped myself into the saddle (oh, don't be silly – the pink velvet saddle with its crystal buckles! My saddle fits for a Queen!), Magic Meg kicked up her golden hooves and... whirr!. It was then that the world blurred into a kaleidoscope of swirling colors.
When I came to, we were in 1990, just as the September breeze kicked up a rustling symphony amongst the autumn leaves. The world around me, my darlings, was filled with colour and excitement. It felt so vibrant and new! And oh, the clothes! The colours, the textures – so bold, so alive! The bright yellows, the rich reds, the pops of electric blue. The hairstyles – gravity defying curls, sleek and stylish buns – ah, my loves! Such a wonderful display of personal expression.
Speaking of personal expression, what better place to experience it than at a ballet performance, right? My lovely time traveler self decided to go on an enchanting excursion to the hallowed halls of the Royal Opera House in London, where Swan Lake, a truly legendary ballet, was captivating audiences with its story of love and betrayal. Now, imagine this: Tchaikovsky's magnificent score, the dancers graceful as swans, their movements ethereal, their expressions so captivating. The costumes, my darlings! Such stunning white and black tutus, every movement flowing, elegant, mesmerizing. I practically devoured the atmosphere! It’s one of those experiences that just stays with you, long after the final curtain has fallen, inspiring and elevating the soul.
And you know me, dear reader, I simply cannot resist a little bit of indulgence. So, naturally, I found myself in the heart of London's bustling West End, soaking up the vibrant atmosphere and trying on the most fabulous vintage fashion! It’s a true blessing that in this decade, fashion is so effortlessly glamorous. A quick stop at Liberty, for their exquisite scarves, a peek inside Biba – those beautiful floral patterns and long, flowing skirts… oh, my darlings, it was sheer heaven!
It was after this that Magic Meg, having a touch of a sore mane (after my rigorous fashion exploration – we were certainly "horsing around"), decided to whisk me off to New York!
Now, my loves, 1990 New York was a sight to behold! Such vibrant energy, so much creativity and daring! We stepped into the heart of the dance world – to the very spot that housed the hallowed New York City Ballet. What an absolute thrill! The stage hummed with electricity, the audience full of excitement, as they witnessed a truly magnificent performance of Balanchine’s Jewels - each section showcasing a unique brilliance: emerald elegance, ruby passion, and diamond purity! It was just breath-taking! Oh, the artistry! And those costumes, my loves! Like miniature stained glass windows! Absolutely spellbinding!
Our time in 1990, was short and sweet, but as always, I learned a valuable lesson. I learned that fashion and beauty are truly timeless, my dears. That a good pink tutu transcends time and place. I came back to the studio, carrying the echoes of those thrilling performances and fashion adventures in my heart. You can rest assured, my love for ballet, fashion, and the glorious history of these arts, has just been amplified!
So my dear readers, have you caught your favourite performance yet? I truly hope so, darling! As I close this post, please, my darlings, don't just stand there... run, hop, leap... wear that pink tutu, or if you are afraid to wear it, wear a pink dress! Get out there and create magic, and spread a little joy wherever you go. Remember, love, pink, and the wonders of time travel are always in your grasp, just waiting for you to embark on an adventure!
Until next month, my lovelies, XOXO
Emma, Your Time Travelling Ballerina www.pink-tutu.com
