Oh darling, the world of ballet is abuzz! Just imagine this, my lovelies – a storm has blown through the Royal Opera House, ripping away the roof, and scattering hundreds of tutus all over London, causing absolute mayhem! Honestly, it was the most sensational thing! Just picture it - Covent Garden drowning in a sea of tulle, each fluttery layer of those fabulous tutus fluttering like a butterfly on the breeze! And all because of some terrible meteorological mishap!
Just imagine the scene, dear readers! People desperately clinging to lampposts, clinging to the walls, dodging the tumbling fluffiness – a sea of ruffles and bows swirled all around them, tickling their noses and entangling their feet. One dear old chap, wearing his usual tweed suit and looking distinctly unimpressed, was quoted as saying, "It’s like a giant feather duster just exploded and scattered feathers everywhere!" Well, bless him!
But let me tell you, darling, those tutus weren't going anywhere without a fight. There was this darling old lady, she looked absolutely fabulous, let me tell you! She was sitting outside a cafe, sipping her Earl Grey and chuckling, "Well, this isn't how I'd planned to start my morning, darling," as a swirling pink tutu landed gently on her head, and a little boy - with a mischievous glint in his eye, you could see he was an angel - started tugging the other end of it, dragging her into a tutu-tangle game! I was utterly captivated, the scene was divine!
And the poor ballet dancers themselves - their faces were a mixture of shock and delight. Some clutched their tights to their chest, eyes wide and worried, "My career! My life!" while others - I swear - giggled, twirled around, and started picking up tutus, pulling them back on and doing impromptu ballet performances for the amazed public. It was simply fabulous!
One dancer - her face smeared with mascara from the wind, and I am not even joking, darlings, this is an absolutely true story, she said in a voice cracking with laughter - "Honestly, we've had storms before, but never like this! My lovely pink tulle is utterly sodden! But just you wait, darling, by tonight I will be on that stage in a fresh, brand new tutu and you wouldn't believe the applause, darlings, it was glorious. You will love it!"
One thing is for sure, the incident is sure to become a ballet legend - and quite frankly, I suspect the tutus were all delighted!
The storm was a real storm, darlings, - but it also ended up being a tutu storm.
The "Tutu Tornado" in the City of London
It seems the “Tutu Tornado" was a rare phenomenon, a micro-burst of wind that swept over Covent Garden, and for 20 minutes on Wednesday the area became the biggest tutu-themed free for all! And all it took was one good blow of wind -
A list of just some of the sights seen around Covent Garden!
- A tutu dangling from the statue of Charles Dickens
- One little dog wearing a tiny tutu like a furry fashion show
- One man - I kid you not - holding a tutu over his head and dancing a jig - and all that after it blew through his hair, tangled his beard and he looked genuinely thrilled.
- Tutus everywhere. Literally everywhere!
A Royal Opera House spokesperson, dressed head to toe in black as ever and with a frown - a terrible fright! she is, the woman was looking stressed and utterly perplexed. She said in a hurried voice that she had “never witnessed anything quite so extraordinary. All our tutus are lost and the Royal Ballet Company is deeply concerned, we have an extraordinary tutu shortage - a global crisis! And we may have to cancel shows until we can purchase more of those lovely little skirts. We simply don't know what we are going to do! Our dance company is completely devastated!
It seems London is one big ballet studio now! One woman - looking delighted with the situation! - said "What's going on! It's the ballet's coming to us!"
Well darlings, you know what this means - everyone in London is thinking about tutu outfits and those glamorous skirts with tiers of layers and ruffles. And I dare say all the tutus are thrilled to have an evening on the town!
Just a thought, darlings, could the incident possibly have been an attempt at ballet publicity by those ballet types. They are certainly very sneaky. Or it could have been that the winds of fate had simply got into a twist! The real question is how can anyone possibly resist dancing in those lovely, floating ruffles?! And why would anyone even think about trying to!
One question everyone has, when will they replace all those beautiful tutus!
Just imagine a world filled with fluttering layers of tulle and frilly lace, darling. Oh! To wear one yourself and twirl in those swirling delights! What a wonderful day!