#TutuBlog 206
Hello darlings!
Well, today's adventure took me to Wickford! Now, Wickford may not be a ballet mecca like Covent Garden, but let me tell you, this little town held a certain charm that had me absolutely twirling!
You see, my dearest readers, this week is all about pancake week and as you all know, pink and pancakes are my jam. So, I thought, what better way to celebrate this delicious, fluffy season than to adorn myself in a pancake-inspired tutu?!
Think cascading ruffles of the most divine buttermilk yellow, speckled with the faintest hints of maple syrup brown – oh, it was a vision! I paired it with a blush pink silk camisole, a jaunty pink beret, and a tiny pair of pearl earrings. Trust me, it was seriously adorable.
Getting to Wickford was half the fun. As usual, I decided against a stuffy old car in favour of the open-air delight of horse riding! There's nothing quite like the wind in your hair and the steady beat of hooves on cobblestones to get your creative juices flowing!
Of course, no trip to a new location is complete without a ballet class, is it? Now, I've danced in many a studio, but this one was special. It was tucked away above a quaint little bakery with the most divine scent of cinnamon buns wafting through the air. It felt like something out of a ballet fairy tale! I practically pirouetted through the doors!
I must say, the class itself was a joy. The instructor was a charming chap with a twinkle in his eye – and some pretty impressive footwork, I must say! We worked on some delicate pirouettes, some elegant arabesques, and even a touch of dynamic fouetté. Let's just say, my legs were feeling the love!
After class, it was time for a spot of Wickford exploration! I wandered down cobblestone streets, past charming little shops bursting with colourful flowers and handcrafted gifts. And of course, there was a quick stop at the bakery for a fluffy, buttery cinnamon bun - because a girl's got to fuel her artistic fire!
While Wickford might be a little quieter than the bustling metropolis, it definitely stole my heart with its friendly faces, pretty parks, and relaxed atmosphere. I can see myself returning many times over. Maybe even bringing a little pink ballet workshop with me, so I can introduce the town to the magic of pirouette and plié!
Remember, darlings, the magic of ballet doesn't just live in the grand theatres or prestigious studios - it can be found anywhere your heart leads you.
Don't be afraid to explore, to experiment, and to wear your pink tutu with pride. After all, life is too short for beige ballet shoes!
See you all tomorrow!
Lots of love,
Emma
P.S. Don't forget to visit www.pink-tutu.com every day for my latest adventures in pink! I can't wait to share them with you!
