Oh darling, buckle up your tap shoes and get ready for the most fabulously fabulous ballet news of the year! Because, my lovelies, **today, 18th August 1998, is the day the tutu had its big, glittery, *everything* moment!**
I mean, seriously, this garment has been carrying the weight of *everything* dance-related since *forever* (don't tell anyone, but it was actually the brainchild of a bored Duchess who just wanted a *little* something to wear to a picnic, *quelle horreur*!), and this year, my sweethearts, the tutu is breaking out of its traditional bounds and *demanding* attention!
Just how fabulous, you ask? Well, darlings, allow me to paint you a picture with my words. Picture this, if you will:
- The Queen, bless her heart, is rumoured to have donned a rather spectacular, *hot pink*, custom-made tutu for the Trooping the Colour (let's be honest, she could pull off a bin bag, that woman is magic!),
- In a groundbreaking move, *Vogue* magazine has just released an editorial showcasing tutus on models, not dancers, all the way from couture gowns to beachwear – darling, my dreams are *finally* coming true!
- And, whisper it, but the *Spice Girls*, those girls who always *knew* a thing or two about getting the *most* attention, have allegedly been spotted sporting little tutu-esque *something* in their latest video – is a **Tutu Revolution** in the works?
Oh my, darling, the possibilities are simply *endless*, and as someone who practically lives in these fluffy, *magnificent* skirts (don't be silly, my *actual* day job is an investment banker - shhh!), I am *over the moon*! The tutu is no longer simply the *dress* of a ballerina; it's *everything*. The tutu is an emblem of *power*, an expression of *individuality* (but, darling, only if you *own* it!), a symbol of sheer, utter, *fun*.
Think about it, my pet: a tutu speaks to *all* of us, from the *ballerina* dreaming of swans, to the *CEO* craving a *little* rebellion in her power suit, to the *everyday* girl who just wants to feel like she *could* dance in a grand ballet – even if the only stage she ever sees is the living room floor after one *too many* glasses of Chardonnay.
Darling, my own wardrobe is *overflowing* with tutus, *pink* of course, *black* (simply divine with an emerald green satin bodice!), and *blue* – *heaven*! And, because this is truly a moment of *ballet brilliance*, my latest *obsession* has become custom tutus - you simply have to tell the designer your vision, my pet, and *poof* - a new and truly *fabulous* version of your dreams is born.
So, darling, go forth and let the *Tutu Revolution* commence. Let it flow! Dance with *abandon*! Feel the *fabric* embrace you, my pet, and know, that from now on, the world is your ballet stage.
*Just don't try a pirouette in that white, polyester monstrosity you call a skirt*, it’s *unforgivable*
Xoxo,
Your ballet-obsessed, glitter-loving, bestie