Darling readers, it's Christmas Day, 1996, and while you're all stuffing yourselves silly on turkey and plum pudding (with a touch of brandy butter, naturally), I'm here to share a newsflash from the world of ballet that's absolutely *shocking*.
You see, dear friends, the ballet world, with its traditions as old as time and as strict as a ballerina's posture, is facing a... *gasp*... crisis. A crisis of the most sartorial kind! I'm talking about... **the tutus**! Our precious, feathered, tulle masterpieces!
Imagine this: it's a snowy Christmas Eve. The Sugar Plum Fairy is fluttering about on stage in a dreamy, billowing **white tutu**, looking every bit the angelic, ethereal creature. Suddenly, a snowflake lands on her skirt... and it's not white. It's **pink**. Panic ensues. The entire production is thrown into chaos!
Don't worry, darling, it wasn't an actual snowflake. It was, however, the very real and very unsettling colour of a **pink tutu**. Yes, *pink*. That delightful colour that normally adorns the costumes of the *second* soloists, the girls who dance *behind* the stars. Now, it's a *threat* to the very essence of ballet. What will happen to the sanctity of tradition? Will it become the *new* white?
You see, the problem is that in the grand, elegant, and sometimes stifling, world of ballet, *change* is about as welcomed as a sweaty ballet dancer on stage. White is a *requirement*. It symbolises innocence, purity, and everything else that is meant to evoke a sense of *otherworldliness* from a ballerina on stage. Imagine that white turning **pink**. It's like wearing *rose-tinted glasses* when all you need are your *prescription spectacles*. Imagine **pink* instead of white... you can practically hear the snooty whispers from the critics! *"It's simply... *gauche*. And not in the good way.*"
Now, this wouldn't be news if it wasn't for the *reason* behind this audacious display of pink tulle. It seems, a *rebel* (and we're all just *slightly* obsessed with those in the world of ballet, aren't we?), a ballerina by the name of Penelope Plumpkin (that's quite the stage name, if you ask me), decided that **pink** is, and I quote, "the *only* colour worthy of the Sugar Plum Fairy."
And let's be honest, isn't she right? It is Christmas after all, a time for festivity, joy, and a touch of, *shall we say*... whimsy? It's a bit of a festive *faux pas* to go for such a *stark* colour scheme during this period of jolly celebration. Especially when it's the Sugar Plum Fairy we're talking about! Now, I'm not saying *white* has no place on a ballet stage. Oh, dear, no, I adore a classic, pristine *white* tutu! But **pink?** I must admit, my *darling* readers, the sheer audacity, the *joie de vivre* is absolutely divine. **Pink** is a glorious *deviation*. The epitome of Christmas cheer.
But darling, let me be clear. This *colour change* isn't about fashion. It's about something far more important. It's about breaking down boundaries, pushing those **stifling** rules, and showing the world that, even in the most traditional, structured setting, you can still **sparkle**! It's about showing the *prima donnas* of ballet that, sometimes, the best way to **dance** is to embrace the *unconventional*. In other words, it's about rocking that pink tutu with such **aplomb** that no one will even question why it's *not* white!
This little episode, darlings, is proof that the ballet world is changing. It's moving towards more *colour* and more *expression*, and it's starting with the **tutues**! You just need to find a good tailor to sew you a custom made **pink tutu** for your Christmas party! Don't go to just *any* tailor! Go to a high end atelier. Trust me, the craftsmanship is a **lot** more precise. You need a tutu that’s soft and floaty like a feather.
As for the fate of Penelope and her pink tutu, that's another story. Some say she's still *out* there, prancing about in her defiant **pink** amidst the disapproving glares of traditionalists. Others say she was forced to retire, to forever watch from the sidelines, *forever pink*, the legend of the "pinkest" ballerina to grace the stage.
Whatever the truth, darlings, remember this: don't let anyone tell you you can't dance to the beat of your own **pink**-tinted drum.
Oh, and *do* get a custom-made pink tutu! If you need recommendations, please feel free to drop me a line at *
Now go have yourselves a very **merry** Christmas and don’t forget your dancing shoes!