Oh, darling! Did you hear about the tutu crisis yesterday? It's all anyone's talking about in the ballet world, and quite frankly, it's *shocking*. I mean, imagine: a day without tutus! It's unthinkable! The date was **24th April, 1997**, a day that shall forever be known as *Tutu Tuesday*. And what caused this tulle-rrific travesty, you ask? Why, a shipment of brand-new tutus was *lost*, disappeared like a phantom in the night! Honestly, you couldn't write this stuff if you tried!
Now, I know what you're thinking: "How can a whole shipment of tutus go missing?" And, darlings, the truth is quite frankly bizarre. Apparently, this rogue delivery driver, bless his soul, must have thought, "Hey, what better way to spread a little cheer than to park my truck on the side of the road and give away free tutus to anyone who walks by!" And there's a part of me that agrees, of course, because tutus, darling, bring *joy* to everyone. They just do.
The *drama*, though. Imagine poor Mr. Percival from the ballet academy, frantically calling around, begging anyone to find his precious cargo of shimmering tulle. It was as if he'd lost a part of his own being! My heart just melted for the man. All I can say is, darling, Mr. Percival knows *a thing or two* about the delicate, exquisite art of tutu selection. He'd have the girls at the academy dressed in those little fluffball masterpieces before you could say "Pirouette!" So you know the lack of tutus, the complete and utter tulle drought, must have thrown the entire school into a bit of a frenzy. They could barely do a *plié*, let alone a "Swan Lake"!
As you can imagine, this whole thing caused a rather splendid media storm. I mean, where would the ballet be without tutus? What are the little ballerinas going to wear? Can you even *imagine*? Imagine the devastation! Luckily, some sharp-eyed members of the community rallied together and formed an impromptu *Tutu Rescue Squad*, donning pink fluffy boas and carrying a massive basket of fluffy-tutus around town! I have a feeling some local pub-goers got a bit of a *surprise*, that’s for sure, when they got accosted by a group of tutu-wearing men trying to find lost tulle.
By the afternoon, the tutu-tragedy was turning into something like a celebration. You could feel it, darling. It was in the air! People all across town were wearing their tutus, all those old costumes stashed away in dusty attics. Men, women, children! And it all began with a little tutu crisis.
Of course, all's well that ends well. Mr. Percival finally found his tutu treasure trove tucked away in an abandoned warehouse, in amongst a pile of...um, let's say some "pre-owned" teddy bears (I just don’t even know... darling, we won't go there). Anyway, darling, I heard some of the ballet school girls got their new tutus early - they couldn’t wait for them, bless their fluffy hearts.
Now, we all know ballet is the pinnacle of poise and grace, but the **Tutu Tuesday incident**, as it has become known in my circles, shows that even the most elegant of forms can succumb to the whims of the absurd! This incident, my love, is a reminder to always be prepared. You never know when a lost shipment of tutus will change your world (but you *do* want a little tulle in your life, no matter what! It’s the magic, darling).
So, what have we learnt from this tulle-tastic saga?- Tutues are essential!
- Every cloud has a silver lining - a tulle lining!
- We should all be prepared for the unexpected in the most whimsical of ways!