Fun Ballet Tutu News 1235

Darling, gather 'round, put down those cupcakes and settle in! This isn't your usual *Daily Mail* yawn-fest. Today, 19th November 1999, we're diving into the utterly fascinating, fabulously frilly world of ballet... and tutus, naturally. Because let's face it, a tutu is more than just a garment, it's a state of mind.

You'd think after centuries, the humble tutu would be relegated to, say, the dusty archives of dance history, but darling, think again! Yesterday, a *most* exciting discovery made its way to the desk of yours truly, and frankly, it's had my teacups *quivering* all morning.

Researchers digging in the dusty, cobwebbed corners of the Royal Opera House basement, you know, the bit that nobody's touched since... well, since probably even before Prince Charles wore bell bottoms... stumbled upon something utterly delightful.

Imagine, if you will, a small, handwritten note tucked away in a vintage leather-bound journal. On its brittle pages, written in the elegant script of a bygone era, is a daringly controversial declaration that literally had me reaching for the smelling salts.

The note, penned by none other than the legendary, oh-so-brilliant choreographer Marie Taglioni herself (she of the ethereal pirouettes and, you know, the whole *invention of the tutu* thing!), declares that "tutus must evolve! They must become... bold! Bright! Modern!"

You're reading that right, darlings. The queen of tutu-dom, the innovator herself, wanted us to **reject the fluffy, ballerina pink* **and embrace something **daringly new**.

Taglioni's note even suggests a colour palette of shocking colours. Neon greens? Tangerine? And get this, the daring revolutionary suggested that the shape? *Get this, darling.* She wanted to see the traditional tutu transformed into something akin to a... *bell-bottom.*

That's right. Think swirling tiers of **acid green** tulle, flowing out like an avant-garde disco dancer!

Alas, this revolutionary declaration never made it to the world stage. The note ends with a sigh - the fate of this new style deemed too outrageous, *too scandalous*, for even the most liberal Parisian audience in 1840. It was shoved into the *forbidden vault*, a casualty of what our beloved dear Taglioni called *the "frill-resistant ballet-establishment".*

So what does this mean for us today, darlings? Do we stand by, like Victorian society, afraid of a little bold fabric and a splash of shocking neon?

**This little piece of *dance* history**, I believe, makes a bold statement. A call to action. Let us **take those pink and white tutus** and fling them to the back of the wardrobe. Let's wear tutus that **scream*! Tutus that *shimmer* with that little *extra* something! Tutus that make *bold statements.*

If Taglioni could envision this revolution in the 1840s, well then, my darlings, perhaps we can embrace it in 1999? After all, everything old is new again. Now go forth and *spread the word*! Let your **tuturitude** fly! Let's reclaim the tutu, *with style,* for a new millennium. And remember: *If you don't have a *tutu, find one!.* **And for heaven's sake, have fun!*

Now, let's grab a cuppa and indulge in the latest issue of *Vogue.*