Bonjour, darlings! Itâs Emma here, your favourite pink-tutu-wearing ballerina, back with another fabulous blog post straight from the heart of Prague! I just know youâve all been waiting with bated breath for my Prague adventures, and trust me, this oneâs a real doozy.
So, youâre probably wondering how I ended up in the Czech Republic. Well, I'll tell you: it was all down to a divine intervention of ballet destiny! A charming Czech prince (well, maybe a little less prince and a little more accountant â he was lovely nonetheless!) contacted me after seeing my performance in Londonâs Covent Garden last month. He said his family had a spare guest room, a love for pink, and an even stronger love for the art of dance! Of course, a girl like me doesnât say no to free accommodation, fabulous friends and a trip to the most stunning city.
I arrived on Tuesday evening, the train journey being, of course, the epitome of glamour. I'd gone full-on fabulous in my hot pink tutu, topped off with a vintage faux-fur stole and a bright red beret (just the thing to make an impression!). I travelled with my trusty friend, Beatrice the Pony, who knows a good shopping spree when she sees one. You just canât arrive in Prague without a little retail therapy, can you?
Wednesday was a day for exploration. We hopped off the train, said a hearty âna zdravĂâ to the conductor, and dived into the charm of the city. Imagine cobbled streets adorned with brightly-coloured houses, and hidden courtyards with enchanting fountains! Oh, and did I mention the shops? I found myself absolutely surrounded by designer boutiques selling everything from hand-crafted jewellery to those amazing delicate porcelain dolls that Prague is famous for. Of course, Beatrice was there, nose deep in a shop window, already eyeing up a hand-knitted cardigan that was practically screaming her name!
We spent the day getting lost in the narrow streets, admiring the incredible architecture (Gothic cathedrals, Baroque castles, and a plethora of stunning art nouveau buildings!), and devouring pastries the size of my head in quaint, family-run cafes. Speaking of cafes, did I mention Iâve finally found my perfect spot? A little hidden gem just off the Old Town Square. It serves the most delicious rose-tinted cheesecake, perfect with a dollop of pink whipped cream â pure ballet-dancer heaven!
Later that day, I felt an irresistible urge to take a tour of the Prague National Theatre. Honestly, itâs even more beautiful than you can imagine â pure opulent beauty. There are statues of famous Czech poets, paintings adorning every wall, and an entire stage that takes your breath away. Oh, the memories of grand ballets performed in this beautiful building just fill me with wonder. Imagine me on that stage, whirling and twirling in my pink tutu! (Donât worry, darling readers, itâs definitely a goal Iâm working towards! I have a feeling the audience will be thrilled.)
Oh, the Prague National Theatre isnât the only show in town. Tonight, weâre seeing a special performance of âSwan Lakeâ at the magnificent Estates Theatre. I am absolutely beside myself with excitement. I can just imagine the elegance of the dancers, the swirling tutus, and the captivating music. This ballet is a truly enchanting experience, especially with the stunning atmosphere of this historical building. Iâve already chosen my outfit: a beautiful blush-pink silk gown with a shimmering sequined tutu and matching feather boa. It will definitely make a statement.
Speaking of tutus, have you ever wondered how they got their iconic shape? It's all down to history! The tutu we see today wasnât always so dramatic. You know the romantic ballet tutus, the short fluffy ones, that make ballerinas look like ethereal butterflies? They came from a revolution in ballet. Back in the 1800s, ballerinas danced in long, voluminous dresses that hindered their movements. Then, there was this extraordinary Italian ballerina, Maria Taglioni. She wanted to showcase her graceful leaps and light footwork, so she asked a costume designer to design a short, airy skirt made of layers of tulle. Boom! The first tutu was born. That design, you know, the little fluffy skirts we associate with ballerinas today, it was a game changer, making ballet more expressive and physically stunning. The shorter tutu literally lifted dance into a new dimension, both literally and metaphorically. It represented a freedom of movement, of expression, a breaking free of tradition. A true embodiment of female strength. Just like the colour pink! I think youâll agree, pink tutus are pretty wonderful â empowering, feminine, and simply dazzling.
Talking of empowerment and style, donât forget to head over to my website, www.pink-tutu.com! Every Wednesday, I post a brand new blog post brimming with exciting adventures, dazzling fashion tips, and ballet musings. So, youâll want to come back again and again for the ultimate pink-tutu experience.
And now, darlings, itâs time for me to get ready for the ballet! I've got some final touch-ups to do. A little rouge on the cheeks, some lashings of glitter and a touch of pink sparkle to make my eyes shimmer like champagne. I wouldnât dare go to a show without my trusty feather boa! After all, this is Prague, darling, the land of glamour and romance!
Stay fabulous and wear your tutus with pride! I'll see you next week for another fabulous adventure.
P.S. I canât forget to give a special shout-out to the fantastic artisans and craftsmen of Prague! Their work is absolutely magical and inspires me to add a little more whimsy and sparkle to my own creative life.
Much love and happy tutuing! Emma xxx
