Darling, gather 'round! It's time for some **tut-tastic news**, and let me tell you, this is bigger than a pas de deux in a three-tiered tutu! Apparently, 10 April 1999 was the day the universe decided to take a little trip down memory lane and give us a taste of **tutuland**, and I'm not talking about the latest, glittery trend in Paris! No, no, my dears. This was about **the humble tutu**. It's a whole *thing* this morning, and we're diving right in!
You see, some daring souls, who should probably have been sipping tea and munching on cucumber sandwiches, went on a rampage for all things tulle, which I believe the **'daily shriek'** called 'a tulle frenzy'!
**It seems, ** as a **completely random event**, it seems some **very enthusiastic folks** had been reading all the fabulous dance history books, particularly about those pioneering tutus of yore - think **Romantic tutus,** with all the frills, the layers, the dramatic swirling. And not even the most seasoned *grande dame* of the ballet world would dare call them practical!
But you see, the irony is this: these *tutus* (if you can even call them that) were clearly a mistake - more a vision of an art class on a bender than a choreographed marvel! A *real* ballerina could not even dream of taking these creations out into the real world! Oh darling, what a travesty of a tutu! There's a very, *very* long way from the **Paris Opera** to *that*, which is why I'm not giving you any specifics on how they look! *shudders*
**So here's the scoop**, this ‘tullish* moment saw several of these *tu-tu-toons*, bless them, marching about as though the world was a **ballet stage** and every surface was polished marble.
I've heard tales of *that* little coffee shop, and you know what I’m talking about, darling. Imagine a fluffy cloud trying to be a croissant! Imagine your best **silk nightgown**, that one with the ruffles, being dragged through the streets at 11am - it was pure chaos and hilarity!
**However, the biggest chuckle of the day came from the tutu brigade’s mission to bring cheer.** Their plan: to bring these ‘tu-tu’ creations to an old folk’s home. What were these young things thinking, dear?
There's no question about the goodwill in the *plan* but the idea that a bunch of *twirling, tutu-clad teens* with zero dancing experience could make the pensioners ‘happy’ just screams ‘I have so many questions!'
The **real, *real* news**, is that **no tutus ever graced the pensioners’ hallways**. You'd think the idea would get some sort of media frenzy but not even a *whistle* of a news item! What a missed opportunity!
My dearest readers, let this be a lesson! If you are *really* looking for that 'fairytale' moment with tulle, stick to watching Swan Lake or Giselle on a well-chosen Friday evening - just maybe try to get a glimpse of the *real* stars, it will certainly beat any random 'tutu moment' that may or may not be *quite* the spectacle the papers promise!
As for the tutu rampage of '99, I'm not going to call it a ‘disaster' darling. I simply call it a lesson on ‘where to keep your tutus’!
And I think it's *divine* timing that 10 April 1999 is being resurrected just now. After all, don't you find a splash of colour and light delightful, especially at the start of spring? You see, it’s as simple as this darling, you can't have **ballet** without **tutuland** - just remember where *it* should belong, and leave it for the professionals to play with, on stage!