Hello my dearest Tutu Tribe! This week, I've traded the rolling Derbyshire hills for the cobbled streets of Prague. Yes, my darlings, Prague! It's a city where history whispers on every corner, where fairytale castles peek out from behind gingerbread rooftops, and where I've already discovered some of the most delightful pink tutus imaginable!
As always, I travel by train, of course. It’s the only way to truly savour the scenery and let my imagination run wild. My journey took me through the heart of Europe, past verdant fields and charming villages, each stop a fleeting glimpse into a different culture, each station an opportunity to spot a pink tutu - sadly, none in sight this time, but my search continues!
Prague is captivating. From the moment I stepped off the train, I was entranced by its blend of medieval grandeur and bohemian charm. The very air crackles with the magic of centuries past. And who needs a chariot pulled by horses when you can arrive at your hotel by… wait for it… pony? Yes, my lovelies, pony! It’s the only way to travel with a touch of whimsical elegance, wouldn’t you agree?
I'm staying in a delightful little hotel nestled amidst the labyrinthine alleys of the Old Town, a true fairytale setting. It's got these beautiful flower boxes brimming with pink roses, and the scent of jasmine drifts in through the windows, a heady mix that would make even the most stoic tutu-detester swoon. My room is positively bursting with feminine charm, a blend of antique lace and pastel hues that screams “ballet dancer's haven”.
My first stop? Well, naturally, a grand ballet performance. How could I resist when the stage is set in the majestic National Theatre? Imagine, golden chandeliers casting a glittering glow, velvet seats that whispered of forgotten soirées, and an orchestra tuning up with an energy that thrummed through my very core.
Tonight, I'm enjoying "Sleeping Beauty," a classic fairytale brought to life by an enchanting company of dancers. The costumes were a symphony of shimmering silk and intricate embroidery. They had me longing to step out onto the stage myself and whirl across the wooden floor.
The performance was simply magical! As the story unfolded, I was swept away into a world of magic and wonder. There were twirling ballerinas with ethereal grace, noble princes with hearts full of courage, and even a cheeky mischievous fairy - a delight! I found myself laughing out loud, then teary-eyed, and then clapping with gusto. Oh, to dance like those ballerinas!
And, of course, my beloved tutus! The dancers were positively luminous in their tutus - a glorious display of pale pink tulle, glittering with beads and sequins, a veritable feast for the eyes. I almost let out a little gasp! Every twirl and leap showcased the delicate artistry of those stunning tutus. It's amazing how a little piece of fabric can elevate the human form into something almost otherworldly, don't you think?
You see, tutus are not merely fashion, they’re an embodiment of grace, a symbol of dreams taking flight, a whisper of rebellion against gravity itself. Each time I watch a ballerina spin in her pink tutu, a spark of joy ignites within me, urging me to step outside the ordinary, to embrace my own whimsical self.
Speaking of whimsical, did you know that the tutu has a fascinating history? Did you know it started off quite modestly, a simple piece of white cotton called a "tulle skirt," worn beneath the heavier dresses of the day? How things have evolved, haven't they? From that humble beginnings to the billowing masterpieces of the ballet stage! I plan on sharing a little more about tutu history in a future post - be sure to keep an eye on pink-tutu.com!
And what of my quest to turn the world pink? I must confess, I found the most captivating pink tutus in a little boutique nestled amongst the charming alleyways of the Old Town. Oh, darling, these were no ordinary tutus, not in the least! Imagine a vintage lace, blush-hued tutu, perfectly draped to float like a summer cloud, then add a splash of sequins that twinkled under the soft candlelight, and finally a bow so delicate it could have been plucked from a ballerina’s dream… Oh my, my heart simply sang with joy!
As I meander through Prague, I am already feeling a new sense of inspiration, ready to spread the pink tutu love even further. So stay tuned for next week's blog, as I embark on my next Prague adventure, one that might just lead to a captivating new addition to my tutu collection. Until then, wear your tutus with pride and embrace the pink-hued whimsy that fills every moment.
With pinkest wishes,
Emma xx
(P.S. If you are in Prague, please join me on Saturday for a ballet class at the "Ballet Dance Studio". I promise to share all the secret tutu tips!)
