Post 35 - 7th August 1996
Hello, my darlings! Emma here, your ever-so-slightly-pink-obsessed ballet blogger, writing to you from the vibrant seaside town of Blackpool! Now, I know what you're thinking: "Emma, a seaside holiday? But you're a dancer! Aren't you meant to be at the barre?" Well, yes, but a girl's gotta have some fun, don't you think? And Blackpool, with its amusement park, arcades, and that gloriously retro promenade, is simply calling to my inner child.
It all started with a whim. My darling cousin, Rosie, invited me for a weekend escape. She had this infectious enthusiasm about seeing a seagull wearing a pink tutu, which, to be honest, I found entirely charming. It's hard to resist a chance for adventure, and besides, there's always time for ballet. I even packed my lucky tutu – a delightful confection of shimmering pink and iridescent feathers!
Speaking of feathers, those seaside birds, I swear, they think they own the place! They’re quite the sassy bunch, strutting around as though they’re the main event. They’re definitely more elegant than the tourists trying to eat their chips without a single seagull swooping in for a taste! Oh, the indignity!
Our little jaunt down the promenade was a hoot! The scent of candy floss and salt air was divine. I found myself captivated by the sea, its endless blue stretching as far as the eye can see. We indulged in an ice cream, with scoops piled high, as pink as my tutu. Honestly, you simply cannot beat the British seaside on a sunny summer's day!
Of course, no trip to Blackpool is complete without a visit to the Tower. We spent hours giggling on the waltzers, shrieking our way through the roller coaster, and pretending we were brave enough for the ghost train (spoiler alert: we were not). There's something truly magical about amusement parks, a reminder to let loose, to embrace the fun, to dance like nobody's watching.
The evening found us at the legendary Blackpool Opera House, attending a spectacular performance of "The Sleeping Beauty". I mean, what better way to celebrate the vibrant energy of the coast than with some classic ballet? The stage, aglow with magic and wonder, held me spellbound. Those intricate footwork patterns, those graceful leaps and turns... Oh, to be on stage again!
Back at Rosie's charming little seaside flat, the conversation turned to all things pink and tutu. It's a rare delight, connecting with someone who shares my passion for these things. She confessed she secretly dreamed of joining a dance class, and I, with the fervent passion that only a pink tutu aficionado can possess, swore I would drag her to the barre at our next ballet session. Who knows, perhaps her seaside fantasy will be our next adventure together!
So, my lovelies, Blackpool has woven its magic around me once again. From the delightful charm of the town to the elegance of the opera house, I've been reminded that even a ballerina can enjoy a bit of fun in the sun.
P.S. You know what I discovered? Those feathered friends on the promenade? They’re surprisingly graceful. And let’s be honest, that's no surprise - those feathery friends know how to move in a way that could only be considered 'ballet-esque.' Don't tell anyone, but I might be practicing my pliés on the beach in secret - after all, it's good practice for the real thing!
Remember, my dears, the world is your stage! And don’t be afraid to wear pink and prance around. After all, it's only with a dash of whimsy and a twinkle in our eyes that life truly takes flight!
Stay tuned for more pink tutu adventures, my lovelies!
Until next time,
Emma www.pink-tutu.com
