Dearest darlings! Did you know that the 13th of September, 2002 was, by sheer serendipity, the most fabulous day ever for a certain kind of fabulous, shall we say? It was, by an astounding coincidence, the very day I decided I'd had enough of feeling like an utter sausage. Let's face it, we all have those days where even the most fabulous frock feels as though it's just not cutting it! For me, this day was a "enough is enough, I must transform!" moment! This is how my personal tutu renaissance began!
So, after a morning spent feeling rather like an out-of-shape swan, I did what any sensible gal would do - I sauntered down to Harrods, armed with my trusty credit card and a fervent hope that some delightful, diaphanous tutu would await me.
And do you know what?I wasn't disappointed! The first thing that hit me was the incredible scent – that glorious blend of perfume, expensive leather and just a touch of… well, fairy dust perhaps? The tutu section, nestled between the lingerie and the department for bespoke shoes (oh, how I longed to see a pair of shoes the shade of amethyst, darling!) was an utter joy to behold.
Think shimmering silks, delicate chiffons, a spectrum of colours you couldn’t dream up on a Friday night at the pub, and tutus in every length – from a tiny "tea-length" number that was begging to be paired with a pair of stilettos and a cheeky cocktail to full-blown, majestic tutus fit for the grandest ball of the season. I even found myself giggling as I saw one enormous, pouffy confection that looked as though it could comfortably seat a small family.
Honestly, the place was just intoxicating!And that was before I got to try the tutus on, darlings! I spent the afternoon twirling, pirouetting, and doing my absolute best to "find my inner ballerina," though let’s be honest, my inner ballerina resembled a wobbly jellyfish with an uncooperative sense of rhythm. It was the sheer joy of it all, the transformation of feeling completely ordinary into feeling just a little bit, shall we say, magical.
I walked out that day feeling like a queen of my own personal fantasyland, armed with a delightful white, layered tulle tutu that, quite frankly, made me feel absolutely divine.
So, if you’re ever feeling a bit flat or uninspired, darling, may I suggest that you find a tutu? Not just any tutu, mind you. Seek out the perfect tutu, a garment that allows you to be the very best version of yourself, that makes you feel as fabulous and as free as a swirling, dazzling tutu should.
Think of these five essential tips for tutu choosing, and be sure to never lose the thrill of being utterly and truly you. * **The fit, darling. It has to be absolutely perfect!** Just like a pair of fabulous, pointy-toed shoes, a good tutu has to cling just so, and the last thing you want is something too big or too small. * **Don't be afraid to go all out!** This is a time for daring, not despair, darling. It’s your moment to shine, to stand out from the crowd in an undeniably eye-catching and elegant manner. * **Consider the setting, of course. A white tutu, perfectly suited for a glamorous evening soiree would look completely out of place at a rustic, outdoor garden party. (though, if that’s the kind of trouble you're seeking, darling, by all means!) * * **Don't be afraid to accessorise.** A bold necklace, a touch of sparkle, even a pair of matching feather boa – this is the moment to make a statement, and you’re the one in control, darling! * **Enjoy yourself. ** At the end of the day, the absolute key to any successful tutu outing is a whole heap of confidence and, of course, a healthy dose of self-love, darling. That’s the real secret sauce, and with a good tutu, a healthy sense of fun, and a pair of killer heels, the world is truly your oyster.