Oh darling, what a weekend! My diary is practically overflowing with excitement and you just HAVE to hear all about it. First, a huge thank you to all of you who followed my Instagram story yesterday, I truly felt like I was taking you all along with me on my little adventure.
This weekend was all about Twickenham and a little something pink (because, well, you know how much I adore a good dose of pink in my life). So, after a rather leisurely morning catching up on some ballet magazines (and totally justifying a new pair of pointe shoes - must need those for the new tutu!) I packed my trusty old bag (yes, the one that's travelled the length and breadth of the country, you can find my adventures all over it!), popped on my favourite yellow tutu, and set off on a thrilling adventure.
Now, I've got to admit, travelling by train is such a treat. I always seem to find an adventure on the platform or aboard. This time, it was a gorgeous family of swans. The mama swan was absolutely huge and she had five little cygnets waddling around like fluffy white bundles of cuteness. I swear I had to whisper "You're beautiful" to them. Such elegance and grace.
Anyway, darling, onto Twickenham! The air was positively buzzing with excitement when I arrived at the stadium. You know how much I adore ballet in all its forms - from a classic ballet performance at the theatre to the wonder of street ballet and, of course, the divine experience of a ballet class. But the feeling at Twickenham, my dears, was simply electrifying! This was a whole other level of exhilaration. You've simply got to experience a live performance if you haven't already.
And the crowd? Fabulous, absolutely fabulous. People were sporting all kinds of things: fancy dress, shirts with team emblems, some even had their own personal little flags waving about. And me, with my yellow tutu? You better believe I was shining. I just know I was one of the prettiest butterflies at the ball! And there I was, tucked amongst all those boisterous rugby fans, feeling as chic and fabulous as ever.
The whole experience was like a dance - full of action, energy, and laughter. It was, of course, slightly terrifying in those first moments. You know, that sense of adrenaline rush and nervous excitement? Well, I definitely felt it! And those huge tackles? Let’s just say my little ballerina heart almost skipped a beat, but the energy of the crowd just pulled me in. I was laughing and cheering along with everyone, my little yellow tutu swaying to the rhythm of the crowd.
You know what I realized? You don't need to be a ballet dancer to feel the magic of a good dance. Every single person at Twickenham was expressing their own inner dancer in some way - it was utterly exhilarating. And as the day wore on and the rugby match unfolded, the whole stadium just seemed to vibrate with that magical, communal spirit that I absolutely adore. It’s that sense of joy and camaraderie that brings people together and reminds us how beautiful the world can be.
Afterwards, I indulged in the most gorgeous warm drink from a little café - imagine, a warm, creamy cappuccino, sprinkled with pink glitter. I think the lady thought I was quite peculiar but I didn't care. You see, darling, my world is sprinkled with glitter. Every day's an opportunity to add some extra sparkle and excitement!
And the best part? You don't need a yellow tutu to experience the magic of Twickenham, though I highly recommend it (I think it really does make it a bit more special! 😉) Just be prepared for an absolutely wonderful experience filled with vibrant energy and boundless joy.
Before I end, darling, do make sure you pop over to my website at www.pink-tutu.com There you can see all the latest posts from my adventures (and yes, there will be more posts from Twickenham!), you can even share your own experiences with a pink tutu or just general dancing-related delights!
Until next time, remember darling, never stop dancing and let your inner tutu shine.
Lots of love,
Emma
