Hey there, Tutu-Lovers! 👋
Emma here, fresh from a whirlwind week in the enchanting city of Prague, the very heart of Bohemia. As always, the pink tutu came along for the ride, ready to twirl and explore amongst the cobblestone streets and magnificent architecture.
It’s Wednesday, which means a fresh blog post is winging its way to your screens. You know the drill: grab your favourite pink beverage (a Strawberry Milkshake perhaps?) and join me for a glimpse into my latest ballet-inspired adventure! 💖
This week, I'm reminiscing about Prague - a city where fairytale meets reality, where every corner seems to hold a hidden story whispered through centuries of art, music, and dance. And believe me, my inner ballerina couldn't have been happier to step onto the cobbled stage!
A Tale of Two Cities (and Two Tutus):
Let's start with a little background for those of you new to my pink-tinted world: I’m Emma, your resident pink tutu-wearing, ballet-obsessed blogger from the rolling hills of Derbyshire, England. Every week, I share my love for ballet, travel, and, of course, fabulous outfits. My life's mission, as you know, is to inspire the world to embrace the power of the pink tutu, proving that even the most practical of souls can find magic in a swirl of tulle!
Ballet Blooms in Prague:
Now, back to Prague! This vibrant city isn't just renowned for its beauty, but also its deep cultural heritage. In the heart of the Czech Republic, it's home to a rich theatrical history and a passion for the art of dance that simply thrums in the air.
And the first thing I discovered when arriving in Prague? They have a beautiful opera house – The National Theatre. As you can imagine, a ballet dancer at heart simply had to take a peek. Now, this wasn't any old building, darling – this was pure history, the heart and soul of Czech performing arts, established back in the 1880s. Can you even imagine? Talk about history with a capital “H”!
And there was my pink tutu, gleaming amongst the architectural beauty, its pastel pink fabric a beautiful contrast to the regal grandeur of the theatre's facade. As if saying: “Hello Prague, I’m ready to take on your dance scene!”
Dancing Under the Moonlight:
My heart thrummed with anticipation as I made my way to the theatre. The lights glittered like constellations as I slipped into the plush auditorium, the scent of aged wood and the whispers of excitement filling the air. This was a feeling I’d been yearning for – the hush before a performance, the magical moment where a roomful of strangers come together to witness something extraordinary.
It was September 21st, and the National Theatre was showcasing the "Pink Tutu Prague Ballet" – an annual gala of beautiful, daring and moving pieces choreographed by leading dance artists from around the globe. There were traditional ballet numbers that stole my breath away, and then more modern contemporary works that showcased such power and energy – it really was something special! The dancers were exquisite, their grace and artistry bringing the stories of the choreographies to life.
But what made the evening truly special wasn't just the artistry - it was the atmosphere. It was as if Prague itself breathed life into every movement. The music, the costumes, the stagecraft - it all intertwined to create a tapestry of beauty that I’ll never forget. The energy was infectious - I even found myself bobbing along to the rhythm of the music! It was one of those nights that reminds you why we do what we do, why we choose to share our love of dance with the world.
The Ballet After-Party - Shopping for Tutu Dreams:
Now, a proper ballerina doesn’t just get inspired by the dancing. Oh no! She gets inspired by the costumes! The outfits! The style! And after an evening of such brilliance, I knew I needed to head straight to Prague's famous Old Town square to do some shopping.
There's something undeniably enchanting about European shopping, a delightful blend of vintage charm and contemporary chic. It was there, amongst the charming boutiques and historical squares, that my inner fashionista came to life. The little shops overflowed with colours and textures: silk scarves draped like dancing ribbons, delicate porcelain figurines echoing the artistry of the ballet, and, of course, stunning accessories to add that extra dash of sparkle to any ballerina’s look.
I found the most beautiful handcrafted silk shawl with a delicate embroidery of flowers – it was the perfect way to channel those "dancing through a field of dreams" vibes. And then, at a charming vintage boutique, I snagged the most breathtaking pair of black satin heels with a subtle floral embellishment on the toe.
And you know me, I simply cannot resist a new pink tutu! The one I found, was an absolute dream. It was a delicate lilac shade, layered with tiers of tulle, making it soft and floaty. Perfect for twirling through the cobbled streets of Prague!
Finding the Pink Tutu Magic:
Of course, I took every opportunity to twirl and prance around, turning heads with the pink tutu as I strolled through the bustling squares and charming streets. Prague seemed to welcome my flamboyance, every corner unveiling hidden courtyards where I could indulge in a pirouette or two.
Every turn brought a new surprise – charming cafes spilling onto the pavements, hidden archways leading to courtyards, and views that seemed painted by the hand of a master artist.
A Journey of Discovery: My Heart is in Prague:
You know, as much as I adore the thrill of the dance and the excitement of new places, there’s something even more special about simply wandering through a city, embracing its beauty and soaking in the atmosphere. I spent days simply wandering, getting lost in the labyrinthine streets and discovering little pockets of joy around every corner.
Prague is one of those cities that feels like a warm hug, its magic wrapping around you. It's a city of history and beauty, of whispers from the past and dreams for the future.
It wasn't just about the dancing or the shopping. It was about feeling the pulse of the city, discovering the echoes of history, and embracing the energy of the people.
And as I left Prague, with my pink tutu and my heart full of inspiration, I couldn't help but think: Prague is a city that brings a little magic into everyone's life – and it certainly brought a little bit of ballet magic into mine!
* Until next time, dear readers. Keep those tutus twirling, keep your dreams soaring high, and don't forget: The pink tutu has a magic of its own!*
With love and twirls,
Emma xx
p.s. Find my adventures in pink and my Prague tips at: www.pink-tutu.com, and make sure you’re following my journey on Instagram!
