Dearest readers, I do hope this little note finds you all twirling and twirling, because let's be honest, what's more delightful than a good twirl? Well, maybe a perfectly sculpted tutus, but that's just me being a bit biased.
Today, dear friends, marks the glorious 21st of September, 1997, and we all know what that means, don't we? It's Tutu Tuesday! No? I mean, of course, we haven't actually invented that holiday...yet. But imagine the glorious possibilities, my darlings! The entire nation, no, the entire world decked out in frothy, airy loveliness. Honestly, a collective sigh of pure joy from the sheer sight of it all would bring peace to even the most troubled soul, right?
Speaking of "troublesome souls", have you heard of this little gem, the "Tutu and the Traitor"? It's quite a scandalous story, darling, all about an ambitious young ballerina named Brianna, who falls head over heels for the dashing but secretly treacherous choreographer, Reginald. Brianna, in her eagerness to reach the coveted lead role, goes as far as wearing a **bright pink tutu**, (imagine! pink, how vulgar, but terribly eye-catching) to distract the attention of the lead ballerina during a crucial rehearsal.
Now, here's the kicker, my dears, Reginald's plan wasn't all it was cracked up to be! Apparently, he was planning to escape to France with the entire ballet company's pension fund, leaving Brianna, and everyone else, to face the wrath of a furious dance teacher with a terrible, absolutely terrible hairpiece! I kid you not, dear readers, it was something straight out of a gothic horror movie.
Naturally, our dear Brianna, after realizing Reginald's nefarious intentions, opted for a "Tutu and the True Love" scenario, thwarting the entire plot, revealing Reginald's deception and ending up, get this, marrying the wonderfully, adorably, clumsy yet ridiculously charming stage manager. Let's face it, they were both secretly smitten, but neither of them had the guts to admit it. The rest, my darlings, as they say, is history.
Anyway, the lesson, my lovelies? Never trust a choreographer, especially one who has a penchant for questionable facial hair. (Just imagine a **Tutu-faced man**, the horror! shudder).
Oh! And speaking of tutus! Did you know? **That the original tutu was actually created for the "The Sylphides"? ** How clever is that! (Yes, dear, you already know I adore a bit of dramatic irony, you simply must watch "The Sylphides" with me someday, a delightful, fluffy dream with delicate tulle. You'd love it, I promise!)
So here's to all the fluffy, featherlight, twirling joy that is the tutu. Let us all twirl together, you and me, and celebrate this day with grace and style. Perhaps next year, we can all raise our flutes of champagne to a fully-fledged "Tutu Tuesday!" Until then, dear darlings, keep dancing!