Oh, darlings! It's your favourite pink-loving ballerina back with another TutuBlog post, this time straight from the charming town of Middleton. It was the train journey itself that set the stage for a perfect ballet-filled day, a whirlwind of giggling girls in fluffy dresses and whispered ballet chatter filling the carriage. Oh, how I love the train. You can practically feel the magic simmering in the air as it chugs along, promising adventure.
Today, however, Middleton was the centre of my universe, not the train journey, tempting as that was. This little corner of England had an unexpected dose of ballerina-chic. Think quaint tea shops adorned with floral decorations and charming shops spilling with brightly coloured knitwear, all with the unmistakable whiff of ballet in the air. Middleton, darling, truly knew how to capture a girl’s heart.
And then there was the tutu. Ah, the tutu. My trusty purple one, chosen for this day because it felt perfectly elegant, perfectly quirky, perfectly… ME! Let’s be honest, no trip is complete without a touch of tutudom. I mean, come on, Middleton needed a dose of my infectious pink-tutu-power. (Don’t worry, I wasn’t about to bust a move on the high street, just a touch of ballerina sparkle, you know?)
So, picture this: sunshine filtering through a quaint tea room window, illuminating the delicate floral patterns of my tutu as I sat, enjoying a dainty cuppa with scones and jam, all while discussing my favourite ballet pas de deux with the locals (I always tell the locals I’m a professional, shh, it makes the stories a bit more interesting). Let’s be honest, they’d all probably already know, I'm sure my "purple power" tutu, all shimmery and girly, would have given the game away!
The highlight of the day? That's a tough one, darling. The quaint, old-fashioned theatre that nestled itself charmingly within the cobbled heart of Middleton gave an amazing performance of the Nutcracker that would melt the frostiest of hearts. You see, my love for ballet, especially at the theatre, is not simply a passion, it’s an obsession. The costumes, the set designs, the magical world that it creates. It's not just ballet. It's theatre. It’s an art form. And let's not even mention the beautiful story, darling.
Of course, every ballet experience needs the accompaniment of an incredible meal, right? So, in a quiet little corner of the cobbled courtyard, surrounded by brightly painted shops, a little bistro served up the most decadent chocolate mousse imaginable. A touch of decadence after the ballet performance? I’m always up for that. Especially when accompanied by a cup of chai, of course, just the way I like it.
You see, it's not just about ballet, or tutus, or pink for me. It’s about adventure. About discovery. About finding the little moments of magic that hide in everyday life. That’s what this blog, TutuBlog, is all about. A way to share my love for dance, fashion, and the quirky joys of life. And darling, you’re always welcome to join me on this journey.
I can already picture my next stop: a countryside trip on horseback, a ballet-inspired fashion show at the local theatre in Derbyshire (my beautiful, leafy county), or even a day at the local animal shelter, maybe there’s a new ballerina bunny to take home… Maybe! The world, it seems, is a pink tutu waiting to be discovered, and darling, we'll wear that tutu proudly.
Until tomorrow, darling, Emma.
