Post Number 253
Hello darlings! Emma here, bringing you another installment of pink-tutu-licious fun from the world of pirouettes, pastel hues, and endless enthusiasm for all things ballet! Today's adventure takes me to Upminster, a charming little town nestled in Essex.
The train journey was pure magic. I squeezed into the carriage and nestled into a seat by the window, admiring the changing scenery – verdant green fields, quaint cottages, and sleepy villages whizzing past. My trusty pink tutu was of course, in tow, peeking out from my rucksack and attracting curious glances. A lady opposite me even complimented it, saying "Ooh, lovely colour! That's a real statement!" See? Even strangers can't resist the magic of a pink tutu.
Upminster itself is a delightful little gem. The streets are cobbled, lined with antique shops, quirky cafes, and quaint pubs. I just had to pop into the village tea room, The Pink Teacup, naturally. A slice of Victoria sponge washed down with a cuppa, surrounded by flowery wallpaper and vintage china. Absolute perfection!
But why Upminster? You ask? Well, it’s home to The Upminster Ballet School! I've heard rumours of a magical place, overflowing with talent and tutus, and my inquisitive ballerina soul simply had to experience it firsthand.
Arriving at the school, I was greeted with a chorus of excited giggles and the delightful scent of dancewear and floral perfumes. Inside, the studio walls were adorned with posters of famous ballerinas, each striking a graceful pose.
A warm and welcoming teacher, Miss Fiona, showed me around. We talked about ballet, about the joy of dancing, about inspiring young minds. And oh my, her eyes lit up when she saw my tutu! She even complimented my style, calling it “truly flamboyant.” Now, isn’t that lovely?
As the day unfolded, I found myself swept up in the magic of Upminster Ballet School. I sat in on a class, mesmerised by the young dancers, their tiny toes twisting and turning, their bodies filled with the unadulterated joy of movement. The air hummed with the rhythm of their graceful steps, their faces a mixture of focused concentration and sheer exhilaration. It filled me with a profound sense of awe and wonder, reminding me why ballet will always be my biggest passion.
After class, I was invited to tea with Miss Fiona, who offered me the most exquisite scones and a delightful pink tea – perfectly complimenting my pink tutu, I thought! As we chatted about life, dance, and dreams, I couldn't help but think, "this is exactly how I want to spend my days." Sharing my passion for ballet, inspiring others, and of course, embracing the magical world of tutus!
While the train journey back to Derbyshire was a little less magical (thank goodness for the distraction of the crossword puzzles in my trusty travel magazine!), it left me buzzing with the energy of a freshly completed arabesque.
I am absolutely convinced that there’s a pink tutu out there for everyone! And maybe, just maybe, after reading this, a few more people will feel the allure of a pink tutu and give ballet a go!
Until tomorrow, darlings! Remember to always be bold, beautiful, and full of grace. And of course, always keep a pink tutu close by – you never know when you might need it to spark some magic!
Emma www.pink-tutu.com
