Fun Ballet Tutu News 1935

Oh darling, it’s *so* hard to believe, but it’s been *twenty* years since the unthinkable happened. Yes, dear readers, on this very day – the 19th of October, 2001 – something so outrageous, so devastating, so completely *unheard of* took place… *ballet tutus* were banned from London’s Hyde Park.

I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, “Darling, you’ve *got* to be kidding me!” And yes, initially, my little dears, I thought the same thing. It was so incredibly bonkers! A beautiful, crisp autumn day – leaves *already* turning gold – the sun shining down on *hundreds* of beautiful Londoners. What could possibly be so terrible about twirling in our gloriously, wonderfully puffy, multi-layered tulle?

Let’s face it, dear reader, we *all* know that the tutus of yore were, shall we say, *less* than flattering, shall we? But on that day, all that *really* mattered was the feeling of pure *joy* that those tutus evoked – the feeling of absolute *freedom* in those billowing layers, of unadulterated, *absolute* *delight*.

Can you *imagine* the horror of those of us who’d travelled *all* the way from Kensington, wearing a *designer* tutu, and who’d carefully packed an extra *pair* of matching leg warmers (of course, *matching* is *essential*, don’t you think?), just for this occasion?

It’s the kind of *devastating* event that still makes me wonder how someone, *somehow*, thought this would be a *good* idea! We, dear readers, are *artists*, are we not? Do we not deserve *a* little *bit* of public freedom in our tutus – particularly, one might add, during a time when our country is facing *unimaginable* troubles?

Anyway, darlings, I want to reassure you – because this, after all, is about *joy*, yes? I just *had* to get all of that off my chest, to say how ridiculous it is to imagine a world without a bit of fluffy, tutu-based happiness – how much more lovely it would be if everyone, no matter what age, could join in with *a* little *bit* of whimsy. Just think – those tutus might *just* inspire *a* little *bit* of grace, a *touch* of *elegance* – dare I even suggest it… *a* little *bit* of joy?

Let’s look on the bright side, darling. It's a funny thing, looking back on this "disaster", it just feels… well, sort of hilarious. Because who actually banned the tutus? Honestly? How does something like that *actually* happen? Well, according to reports, it was *no* one specific person – rather, an “organisation” which took it upon itself to, for reasons unknown, *totally* put a stop to tutus! It makes you wonder about all of this – why? How? When will our love affair with twirling, twirling, twirling be restored?

Anyway, *enough* about that. Honestly, darling, how utterly dreadful. Don’t worry, though! It’s not *all* doom and gloom. Let’s go ahead, right now, and find the bright spot – I can see your smile, I can almost hear the *tiny* music boxes already... the **Tutus in the Park**! What better way to celebrate the twenty-year anniversary of our dear little incident?

Here’s a plan: Gather your friends, get yourselves the fluffiest, most fabulous tutus, gather the fanciest pair of leggings you have, a selection of *lovely* vintage earrings (if you don't have any, check a little store down Portobello Road - I'm sure they’d be perfect) – the bigger the better - and find yourself the most sparkly tights ever! Add in a *touch* of glittery makeup and, darlings, a *little* bit of imagination! It’ll be **simply *fabulous*!**

So, join us on this most gloriously *un-missable* day. You can thank us later – if you can even find us – between all of that tutu, darlings, it might be just a bit tricky! I mean, isn't *that* why tutus are so **completely, gloriously brilliant?** It's what makes *us* us, isn't it? Because a woman needs *just* a *little* *bit* of whimsical freedom now and then, you see! Let's create our own little haven. Because, I know that, in the heart of every woman, lives a bit of fluffy tulle and joy! It’s in the sparkle. And honestly darling, you just *can't* argue with that, *can* you?

And here's what to expect on that most wonderful of days, when a beautiful *London* day meets a little *bit* of magic:

• The Best Tutus: Of course, the first thing to decide upon is which tutus to wear, right? My pick would be – and don’t take this personally, dears - the *ultra*-short, *sparkly*, mini ones! You know, those *incredibly* fabulous ones you just *know* are going to get those cameras clicking like crazy, and be the perfect background to our little day. And, for that perfect *London* vibe, why not go for a *little* bit of a classic black – or navy! Absolutely chic, yes? – maybe with a sprinkle of *red* – think **velvet ribbons,** you know?
• Tutu & Make-up Matching - For those extra touches that will really *define* the look, you’re going to want to find some fabulously shiny, bright eye-shadow, in hues to match your tulle, and maybe *a* *touch* of bright red lippy? It might be tempting to opt for a classic cat eye - and that's fabulous! Just be sure it really sings, darling. Go with your *intuition* and you *cannot* fail! You've got this. *Darling*!
• Music & Magic - I *highly* recommend making use of *some* amazing music – you can always play the iconic soundtrack to **Swan Lake**, **The Nutcracker**, or something even *more* modern. Maybe, dear, *some* of **the music from Black Swan**. If that doesn’t set your mood for this occasion, I honestly don’t know what will!
• The Photographer: This is just *too* perfect! It simply *must* be documented. Do make sure, if you choose to bring your smartphone or your professional photographer, you use *the* perfect *filters* to make sure every picture captures just *how* amazingly, truly, utterly fab *your* outfit and *your* day is.
• A Spot of Dancing, Why Not? Don’t worry, no one’s expecting any ballerina skills *here* (that's the kind of thing you *have* to take lessons for – a very worthwhile investment *once* you've got your tutus and leggings). Just think – maybe a *few* fun steps as you’re moving from place to place. You’ll see that *no one* will notice if you haven't nailed the fifth position. Darling, they are way too caught up with *how* great everyone else looks.

What are you waiting for, darlings? I am ready for some *real* **Tutu and Tea**! What better way to *mark* the 20th anniversary of one of *the* most absurd *prohibitions* of *all* time?

After all, wouldn’t it be *wonderful* if every day *felt* this *un-believably* great? We are women *ready* for adventure! Ready to get out *there* and do something *bold*. Because, darlings, life *should* be *just* as much fun as twirling in your fluffiest tutu – just don’t blame *me* if the day's events result in your being *stopped* by police for disorderly conduct…

Now… get on with it, *darlings*! I want to hear all about *your* day! Have a lovely *time*!