Oh, hello my darlings! Emma here, reporting live from the stunning city of York! I'm feeling as bubbly as a glass of Prosecco on a sunny afternoon, and let me tell you why. This weekend has been an absolute fairytale.
Firstly, my journey here was pure magic. The train journey was a delightful affair, with breathtaking views of rolling countryside and the sweet aroma of freshly brewed tea wafting through the carriage. It reminded me of the stories my Grandma used to tell, full of magic and adventure!
Now, my lovelies, you know how I adore a bit of whimsy in my wardrobe. And let me tell you, my tutu choice for this trip was absolutely divine. Imagine a fluffy, ethereal tulle creation, the colour of blushing sunrise. A pink that wouldn't look out of place amongst a blooming cherry orchard, it just radiated happiness! And the way it twirled in the gentle breeze? Pure delight!
We started our York adventure with a trip to the famous York Minster. Now, I’m not usually one for grand cathedrals, but the sheer magnificence of this building took my breath away. We sat for a while on a bench in the cloister, listening to the ethereal strains of the choir’s hymns. It was a truly beautiful moment, I almost felt like a character in one of those enchanting gothic novels I used to read as a teenager.
Of course, no trip to York is complete without a little shopping! We ambled through the winding streets, peeking into quirky antique shops and boutique boutiques. I found the most beautiful antique brooches, each one a little work of art. The little shop owner was a dear old soul, her eyes twinkling with stories from years gone by. It was like stepping back in time!
But here's the kicker, you guys. I did it! I did the thing! After all these years, after all the "why are you wearing that?" stares I've endured in supermarkets, I finally, finally wore my tutu on a walk around the city walls! Yes, it may seem utterly ludicrous to the non-ballet loving population, but it was so utterly liberating. We wandered along those medieval stones, the gentle sun warming my face, the air filled with the aroma of history and delicious smells from the nearby bakery. With every twirl, my heart soared, feeling so utterly free and happy.
Now, I have to confess, the local squirrels took an extra keen interest in my skirt. It seems even squirrels have a thing for tutus, and who can blame them? I spent a few moments dancing with these furry little creatures, their mischievous eyes full of curiosity. I swear, I could have stayed there all afternoon.
But there's more! We ended the day with an enchanting performance by the York Ballet Company at the beautiful Grand Opera House. The dancers were incredible, their movements fluid and graceful. The sheer emotion they conveyed through their dance, the passion, the vulnerability – it simply took my breath away. The entire evening was an ode to art, grace and sheer beauty.
This journey, my lovelies, was a wonderful reminder that the world is full of joy and magic, waiting to be discovered. Just step outside, wear your heart on your sleeve, or perhaps on a flamboyant pink tutu, and allow the world to embrace you. It truly is a wonderful world.
Stay fabulous my darlings!
And please, don't forget to visit www.pink-tutu.com!
Lots of love, Emma
P.S. If you see me in York, please come and say hello! I love making new friends who share a passion for all things fabulous, pink and twirling!
