Friday, 17th October, 2003
Hello, darlings! It's your favourite tutu-loving ballerina, Emma, back from another exciting adventure, this time, the glorious city of London! I'm posting this blog post from my quaint little hotel room, which I've painstakingly adorned with a garland of pink rosebuds and some fluffy white feather boas. (Just a little touch of feminine charm, don't you think?)
This week, my love of ballet took me on a journey to the heart of London. It all began with a rather romantic train ride from my cosy little town in Derbyshire. Now, I know what you're thinking, "a train journey, darling? How dull!" But no! A train journey is like a magical escape in itself. Just picture it: fluffy, cloud-like clouds streaming past, the rhythmic clattering of the train tracks, the ever-changing scenery...it's so dreamy!
But what's a train journey without a dash of sartorial elegance? Naturally, I embraced the occasion in a breathtaking pink and white polka dot frock, with a perfectly matching, flowing pink tutu. My companion for this delightful journey? A fluffy pink poodle handbag - because who needs a boring tote bag when you can have a fashion accessory as divine as a pink poodle handbag?!
Arriving in London, the energy of the city just hummed with excitement. You know that electric feeling when something big is about to happen? Well, my dears, London had that vibe in spades!
Of course, I couldn't arrive in London without indulging in some delightful retail therapy. First stop: Harrods. Oh my goodness! Harrods is the most spectacular store you'll ever encounter, like a shimmering dream of opulent chandeliers and aisles crammed with everything imaginable, from exotic fruits to the finest silk dresses. I absolutely had to purchase a brand-new tutu – it was just begging to be part of my wardrobe. A soft, flowing peach tulle, just perfect for my upcoming performances. It simply twirled like a dream.
Now, a girl needs fuel to keep those shopping muscles working, so I found myself at the cutest little tearoom nestled in a quiet side street. A dainty sandwich of cucumber and cream cheese, a dollop of strawberry jam and a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea - what more could a ballerina ask for?
With a sugar rush coursing through my veins, I felt ready to tackle the next exciting event – the grand Royal Opera House. I've been dreaming of visiting this theatre since I was just a little girl, and today, that dream came true! The performance that night was a mesmerizing rendition of Giselle. I must say, the ballerinas were simply breathtaking. Their grace and artistry left me utterly speechless.
Of course, a night at the opera is not complete without an elegant evening gown, right? Well, I made sure to don my best, darling! A shimmering turquoise satin dress, with a generous helping of rhinestones and a playful pink tutu underneath for just a touch of ballerina magic.
After the performance, I spent the night in a wonderfully enchanting little French cafe. The sound of soft chatter, the scent of fresh pastries and the soft lighting of candlelight - absolutely divine. It was a fitting end to a perfect day.
Now, if you think I'm going to end this post without a shout out to my mission, then you don't know me well! I firmly believe every woman has a ballerina hidden within them, just waiting to be unleashed! Don't be afraid to embrace your inner pink, to wear your tutu with pride, and to spin and twirl your way through life!
And don't forget to visit me again next week, for another London adventure. Who knows what wonders await next Friday! Until then, my darlings, stay chic, stay beautiful, and never forget to let your inner ballerina shine.
Bisous!
Emma
Pink Tutu Blog London
*Find out more about Emma and her pink tutu journey by visiting the website at www.pink-tutu.com *
