#PinkTutuBlogNYC Monday 2004-05-31 she danced in New York City

Hello, darling! It’s Monday morning and time for another NYC blog post, straight from the heart of the Big Apple, where the pink tutu has arrived in all its glory! (Don’t worry, my dear readers, it’s perfectly acceptable to wear your tutu outside of the dance studio, believe me, New York is brimming with individuality and I’ve not yet met a soul who doesn't appreciate a little bit of twirling.)

Today's post is a little different. I haven’t been to a ballet class or a performance just yet. But I promise, that doesn’t mean there’s any lack of twirling. It's all about embracing the energy of New York City and bringing a touch of whimsy, fashion, and of course, pink to every corner of this dazzling metropolis.

It’s actually Monday the 31st of May 2004, and let me tell you, it feels absolutely magical! The air hums with anticipation for the summer that lies ahead and everyone's got that sun-kissed glow about them. I've just stepped off the subway, a true whirlwind of colours and smells – the sweet scent of a nearby flower stall mixed with the familiar whiff of popcorn and hotdogs. It’s the soundtrack of the city, you know? A delightful orchestra of sounds, sights and scents that gets me spinning, even without my trusty tutu on. (Although I do have one stashed away, in case a spontaneous dance party breaks out.)

Remember my little adventure back in March, where I mentioned I was performing in a charity fundraising gala at the Metropolitan Opera? The magic that unfolded there really is the stuff dreams are made of. The roar of the applause, the shimmering stage lights and, of course, the sheer exhilaration of performing on such an incredible stage - those moments truly were worth every step.

This month has been an whirlwind. I managed to squeeze in a couple of incredible ballet performances, each a completely unique and enthralling experience. I was transported by the grace of the dancers in “La Sylphide,” and then later, my heart skipped a beat during a truly enchanting performance of “Giselle.” The emotional intensity of that final act – well, darling, I just might have shed a tear or two.

Of course, a trip to NYC isn't complete without some serious shopping. I spent an entire day browsing the racks at Bergdorf Goodman, you wouldn’t believe the magnificent, sparkling shoes I found – a complete triumph for any ballerina-at-heart. Imagine my joy when I found a pair of dazzling red ballet flats with silver bows.

And just a whisper about something exciting that’s brewing, I might have a very special photo shoot planned with a very talented, young New York-based photographer, who loves tutus just as much as I do. My blog wouldn’t be the same without some beautiful, inspirational images to show you, would it?

This morning, though, I’m off to have a little treat: the famous Central Park Breakfast picnic, a delightful little haven amidst the city bustle. If it's sunny, I'll wear my white cotton dress, a floral crown and my pink ballet slippers to add that bit of "extra" I always strive for.

Now, you're probably wondering how I make this incredible life work, darling? My dear, it all boils down to ballet and hard work. I teach classes in the mornings and perform in the evenings - I have this little motto: "A ballerina never stops learning and never stops twirling.” And so I shall do! You know I’ll be back on the dance floor soon, but until then, darling, follow me as I explore this beautiful city – there are adventures to be had around every corner!

P.S. And in case you're wondering what happened to the pink tutu... you'll just have to wait for next week’s blog to find out! But remember, the pink tutu doesn’t just represent fashion - it represents our love of art, our love of joy, our love of simply dancing through life with a touch of whimsy and flair!