Oh, darlings, what a glorious day it is! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and⌠well, the birds are probably singing about the extraordinary happenings in the world of ballet today. Itâs 13th March 1998, the day that the tutu took centre stage, in a way that even Tchaikovsky himself couldnât have imagined.
Yes, darlings, the humble tutu â that swirling symbol of grace and elegance, a symbol of ballerina dreams and, frankly, a pretty fabulous frock - is causing a right stir. This isnât just a tutu Tuesday, oh no, this is tutu-mania, tutu-riffic, a total tutu-storm!
It all started, as these things tend to, with a rumour.- Word on the street (and by street, I mean the foyer of the Royal Opera House, darling), was that there was a secret meeting being held in the ballet company's secret room - the one they say is actually a portal to a parallel universe inhabited by fairies who knit only with diamonds - about... tutus.
- The rumours, which were, letâs be honest, spreading faster than a pas de deux at the Bolshoi, hinted at an outrageous proposal. They whispered that there might be a dramatic shift, a radical upheaval, a tutu-tocracy brewing!
Well, Iâve always said, my darlings, you canât keep a good rumour down, especially not a rumour involving the beloved tutu.
And the rumours were right.In a move as daring as a triple pirouette, The Royal Ballet announced, to the shocked delight of audiences everywhere, the establishment of âNational Tutu Day.â They've even launched an initiative to help everyone embrace their inner tutu! Theyâve named it âTutu Yourself.â Fancy! And darling, the irony is not lost on me - whatâs more fabulous than a day celebrating the quintessential garment of graceful movement and, frankly, beauty?
And guess what? Itâs catching on like wildfire.All across the nation (and maybe even beyond!), people are going full-on âtutu.â Even those whoâve never had the pleasure of donning one (shameful, really) are embracing the joy, and letâs face it, the ridiculousness of this delightful day.
Itâs not just the Royal Ballet. Everywhere you turn, people are joining the âTutu Yourselfâ movement! There's the banker wearing a bright pink tutu as he bikes through the City - the delightful chaos is positively divine! And whatâs more, the mayor of my village just sent me a personal letter saying he is celebrating âTutu Yourselfâ by giving a tutu-themed dance lesson in the village square! Can you imagine? My darling, there are so many photos of delightful dancing in our local papers, my hairdresser has been unable to give me my weekly blowdry as her newspaper subscription was swamped in these fantastic, glorious photographs!
This day, my darlings, is a triumph for tutu-ism, for everything fabulous and beautiful.- This isnât just about pretty frills and the classic silhouette - itâs about celebrating movement, expressing ourselves and yes, looking utterly gorgeous doing it!
- So, don your finest tutu, or even just a sparkly headband if youâre feeling shy (no judgement here!)
- Embrace the joy and, darling, the absurdity!
You never know where you might find yourself... and whether thereâs a diamond fairy waiting for you, in the company of a perfectly beautiful tutu. Letâs all tutu ourselves into a fabulous new world.
After all, a day without tutu is, quite frankly, a sad day indeed.