Dearest darling dance devotees,
Let's face it, the world of ballet is a little bitā¦ *whispers* *intense*. You've got the constant pressure to perfect a *perfect* fifth position, the grueling hours in the studio, and the terrifying threat of a rogue bobby pin. Oh, and let's not forget the drama of the ballet world - more backstage gossip than a Hollywood awards ceremony, I tell you!
But what truly throws us off-balance? It's the dreaded tutu.
Let's just take a moment to consider the tutu, that delicate wisp of fabric that transforms a ballerina into a winged creature, a flower blooming on stage, or evenā¦ dare I say itā¦ a giant fluffy cupcake? I know, I know, it seems ridiculous! It's a literal whirlwind of tulle, designed to swirl, twirl and generally make us dizzy!
But are tutus actually practical? Now, this is where it gets juicy, darlings.
The white tutu, oh the white tutu, it is an angel of ethereal beauty, a whisper of grace, aā¦ ermā¦ giant, white fluffy beacon that shouts, āLOOK AT ME! I'M A PRINCESS! Iām going to leap like a gazelle and never break a sweat.ā
Butā¦ imagine a backstage huddle. Weāve all got our fabulous, glamorous tutus, a sea of feathery goodness, but oh my dear, the white one? *She's* a whole new story.
- The faintest rogue splodge ofā¦ errrā¦ *makeup*, and the white tutu morphs into a disco ball under the unforgiving stage lights.
- The glitter is everywhere. Glitter? *Always* a nightmare! And let's not forget those glitter-infused body balms, for extraā¦ sparkly magic. Donāt tell my mum but we sneak it in.
- And oh dear, if the wind dares to give her a playful gust, that pristine, graceful, perfect, white ballerina-in-training gets swept into a tornado of tutu chaos.
Of course, pink isnāt much better, Iām sorry to tell you this darling. There is nothing dainty about the colour pink.
Just one splash of coffee ā a dropped latte while preparing for the stage is the ultimate backstage ballet horror - and that perfectly fluffy ballerina dream turns into an angry bubblegum explosion. *shudders*. Let's not even mention red wine!
Then there are the leotardsā¦ ahhh, the leotards!
The epitome of dancerly practicality, designed for flexibility, comfort, andā¦. wellā¦ the sheer amount of sweaty jumping and twirling we get up to. These amazing bits of elastic wonder come in various styles and shapes ā some cling, some hug, and someā¦ well, letās just say some leotards look like they were created on a budget (donāt worry, Iāve got a story to tell you about *that* oneā¦ itās hilarious!)
But donāt you just love the sensation of a *new* leotard? So slick, so smoothā¦ It just feels goodā¦ But I swear they only stay that way for a grand total of five seconds. We are always getting into sticky situations in our leotards! A *cough* during rehearsal, a sudden jump and a bit too much *whoopsie-daisy*, and *oh dear*.
My favourite *leotard catastrophe*, I hear you ask? My dear, one of my friends once was caught trying to take the āclingā out of a *clingy* leotard. The worst thing is, it was her *birthday* too. *whispers* Apparently she had to buy a new one after! It was on her blog, *it's gone viral.* We all felt her pain that day, darling!
So yes, the ballet world can be utterly delightful and downright crazy all at the same time. Just donāt tell anyone, but secretly, I *do* love my fluffy tulle! Especially the *pink* one. Wellā¦ except after that incident. *laughs*
Right then darling, off I pop to another lesson, donāt tell my dance teacher Iām typing up my *thrilling* thoughts whilst at the barre, but oh dear, this pink leotard feels too much likeā¦ a raspberry ripple. Gotta change, *sigh* Love always, Your *favourite* ballet blog,