Dearest readers, it's your darling Debby here, bringing you the latest from the world of ballet and, yes, those oh-so-important tutus! Today, darling, weāre venturing into the wonderfully whimsical world of, well, **tutus**. Theyāre not just a costume, theyāre an emblem of grace, of ethereal beauty, and a crucial part of a dancerās performance, which is *crucial* because itās *performance* and everyone needs to see those gorgeous twirls.
Now, darling, I just *have* to share a delightful little tidbit. 14 October 2001! What a magnificent day. You wouldnāt *believe* the commotion in the ballet world, no, not because of a sensational new choreography or some heart-stopping pirouette, darling! (Though, letās be honest, there was probably both) It was the āGreat Tutu Explosion.ā No, really!
Apparently, somewhere in the magical land of tutus, (you know the one, all fluff and sparkle, where the fairies of ballet flit about), someone (or something?) got rather excited. Letās just say there was a very *sudden* and, for the record, *rather impressive* increase in the supply of tutus. I'm talking overflowing bins, cascading stacks, a veritable **mountain** of tulle.
Now, I don't know about you, darlings, but for a girl like me, a good tutu-mania is no bad thing, darling. More tutus? Itās like Christmas came early! Think of all the *fab* fashion choices!
But then came the mayhem, oh, the utter pandemonium, darling! Ballet dancers, all with their usual calm, graceful demeanor, suddenly turned into a gaggle of excited puppies (which, granted, would still be more elegant and graceful than your average *human* gaggle of puppies), but imagine this: *Chaos*.
First, let's talk **colours**. Oh, the sheer *variety*, darling! From classic *pink* (my personal favourite) to a splash of **bright turquoise** which would make the ocean jealous. (And trust me, darling, that oceanās not easy to impress!) The tutus, I kid you not, had everything, from delicate lace and luxurious velvet to the oh-so-modern shiny, metallic, practically **disco-ball** material (darling, I was dying, it was *stunning*!) Oh, and let's not forget the **pattern madness**!
- Polka dots
- Hearts
- The occasional dancing, pink elephant.
And of course, all those darling ballet girls, letās face it, they love their tutus (especially if they get them for *free*), were *so* delighted they forgot *every* single one of the ballet rules theyād spent *years* learning! And, darling, this is the part that turned everything *extraordinarily* wonderful! Why? Well, you know when everyone forgets all the rules, and throws *anything* on stageā¦ The sheer brilliance and unexpected genius of it all just happens, darling. Pure, *divine* theatrical brilliance.
They started the show, Iām sure the conductor (he *was* so startled) *did* manage to *at least* attempt to get it goingā¦ but honestly, *no one* had the slightest idea what was happening. But it was spectacular!
The dancers *spun* in circles *faster* than they ever could in *actual* performances, their feet just a *blur* of perfectly trained, graceful movement as the multi-colored **tutus* swirled around them, and, *donāt forget,* darling, with every twirl a whole new **rainbow of sparkles** danced with them, reflecting back every spotlight in the theatre.
Oh, it was simply *spectacular*. No wonder there were audible gasps (and quite a few screams, it was honestly rather thrilling, darling!) And in all of it? There were, yes, *a few* mishaps. A few, ahem, ātutu-relatedā moments, darling (thereās nothing like trying to navigate through a mountain of fluff when youāre trying to pirouette, trust me!).
The director? Oh, she fainted twice and then fainted *again* during the finale! She was eventually wheeled off to her dressing room to lie down for several *hours* in what can only be described as a puddle of sweat, perfume and the most *gorgeous* tulle *you've* ever seen, darling. But it's worth it, oh, it's worth every *single* moment.
In the end, the entire night, in spite of itself, it became a performance that will go down in the history of ballet. And why? It's simply because the sheer randomness of it all and, in that glorious randomness, there was just such a fantastic amount of *art*. It reminded us of one simple thing, darling: ballet, especially when it comes to **tutues** and **dance**, *always* finds a way to deliver beauty, grace and magic, even when all of those beautiful tutuās decided to break *every single rule*ā¦
You see, darling, the point of the *dance* is the *dance*. The ballet *does* come through, no matter what is *thrown* on the stage (except, of course, a smelly *old sock* which we donāt need but maybe that is an idea for next month darlingā¦ weāll see).