#PinkTutuBlogNYC Monday 2008-09-22 she danced in New York City

Hello, my darling readers! It’s Emma, your favourite tutu-wearing blogger, reporting live from the vibrant heart of New York City! This week has been a whirlwind of tutus, Broadway, and fabulous finds – and of course, all captured in gloriously pink shades.

This Monday, the 22nd of September, finds me basking in the afterglow of a spectacular weekend filled with the joy of dance. Just thinking about it brings a blush to my cheeks (and yes, a twirl in my tutu)! Let me tell you all about it…

My adventures began on Tuesday, bright and early, with the New York City subway. It’s always such an adventure, even when packed like a sardine can at rush hour. I spotted a delightful gentleman with a pink pocket square (the subtle, sophisticated man knows the power of pink!) and had a brief but engaging chat about the joy of a well-chosen colour. It just goes to show: pink isn’t just for tutus!

Then came the real reason I braved the early morning commute - a truly extraordinary ballet masterclass. It was held at a tiny studio tucked away on a side street in Greenwich Village. The energy was electric! These New York dancers are truly something else, and I can tell you – their leaps and turns made even my feet ache a little! We practiced some seriously challenging routines, and I found myself doing leaps I didn’t think I could manage! All the while, I kept it glam in a pink, full-skirted tutu. My instructor, Ms. Gabriella, chuckled with delight at the sight of it. "You know, you’ve just got to go for it!" she said, encouraging me to unleash my inner ballerina.

After class, I wandered down Bleecker Street, taking in the eclectic shops and colourful street art. Of course, I made sure to indulge in a scrumptious treat - a melt-in-your-mouth pink cupcake at a darling little bakery called "Sweet Tooth". (Note to self: buy a dozen of those for next week’s London performance!)

On Wednesday, the heart of my week was all about the magic of Broadway. Now, who doesn't love a good musical? I went to see a delightful show called "Something to Celebrate". It had some fabulous numbers with a few surprises (but I won’t spoil it for you!), and I found myself tapping my toes, singing along (whispering, of course!) and generally losing myself in the joy of it all. It was a dazzling night of storytelling and song, a perfect mix of vibrant costumes, heart-wrenching melodies and laughter that resonated throughout the theatre.

You know, seeing the lights of Broadway illuminating the city always makes me feel incredibly alive. As I walked home, the stars above seemed to twinkle in perfect harmony with the sparkling lights of the Great White Way. And of course, it wasn’t complete without a midnight treat of frozen yogurt topped with an abundance of pink sprinkles! (I’m convinced these sprinkles are what truly power my pink tutu magic!)

Thursday took me on a journey through the stylish and dazzling world of Fifth Avenue. I was on a quest for the perfect accessory for my weekend outfit, and I knew just the place to find it: Bergdorf Goodman. My senses were overwhelmed by the sheer volume of beauty – glistening jewellery, delicate fabrics, and handbags that could rival a small car in size.

After browsing for an hour (and possibly having a mild sugar rush from a pink macaron purchased en route), I found it! A magnificent beaded pink clutch, small enough to fit in my tiny ballet bag but with just the right amount of bling. I think this will make my Friday evening outfit absolutely divine! (And yes, a tutu-inspired design, naturally!)

Friday was dedicated to the art of movement. And by movement, I mean serious twirling, very energetic leaps, and a little bit of head-spinning, all in the name of pure dance joy!

It was the final night of a ballet company’s tour, a production based on the captivating story of the Sleeping Beauty. It was held at Lincoln Center’s David Koch Theater, and oh my, the set design was simply stunning! I'm talking crystal chandeliers, intricate backdrops, and lighting that danced with the graceful movements of the performers.

Watching such gifted dancers weave magic with every move had me yearning to leap onto the stage. But you know me, my heart is all about the tutus, so I was perfectly content to be amongst the audience, absorbing every last minute of the breathtaking choreography. It was an exhilarating experience, and the entire theater echoed with the rhapsody of a hundred claps. (The ballerina in me nearly burst out of my pink tulle!)

A Saturday spent enjoying brunch at an adorable cafe nestled amidst the charming cobblestones of Soho was a delightful treat. They even served pancakes shaped like ballerinas – my heart melted with joy. The chef, a kind, witty gentleman, confessed he was once a ballet dancer. He spoke about how the dance taught him grace and discipline, two traits I believe he imbued into each plate he prepared!

My day culminated with a mesmerising visit to the New York City Ballet, their “Giselle” production captivating my senses from start to finish. The choreography was so exquisitely captivating, filled with breathtaking pirouettes and expressive gestures.

Afterward, the city twinkled under the soft glow of twilight. My evening took a detour – a charming street performance by a group of young dancers in Central Park, their moves so vibrant and playful that they had the whole park mesmerized.

And, of course, no Saturday night in New York is complete without a delightful cocktail (Pink Lemonade, naturally!) and a delightful view of the cityscape. You know me, the thrill of seeing the Empire State Building glittering under a million city lights never gets old!

The week closed with a lovely, restful stroll through the beautiful greenery of Central Park. Watching the sun dance across the park's leaves reminded me of the importance of finding peace even in the middle of such a busy city.

I discovered a lovely bookstore, where I bought the newest volume of a captivating historical fiction novel set in a ballet school during World War II. The stories of those ballerinas, enduring hardship with courage and grace, continue to inspire me.

And with that, I close the chapter on another incredible week in New York. Each week brings a new experience, a new encounter, and a chance to rediscover the magic of this city, wearing my beloved pink tutu.

What more can a ballerina ask for?

Well, my lovelies, until next Monday, stay beautiful and don’t forget – wear pink and wear it proud! And of course, join me at www.pink-tutu.com every Monday for a fresh look at all things pink and tutu-tastic from the heart of New York City!

Yours in pink,

Emma