Post 1216 - www.pink-tutu.com - 1st November 1999
Morning, lovelies! ☀️ Emma here, writing to you from the quaint and charming Leighton Buzzard. You know how much I adore exploring new places, especially when I can combine it with a little ballet adventure!
Yesterday was a glorious journey. I left my Derbyshire home early, with my trusty tutu bag slung over my shoulder and a heart full of anticipation. I love the feeling of a train journey, especially when it takes me to a place I've never been before. Watching the countryside rush past, the changing landscapes and all the interesting people I see along the way… It's a beautiful symphony for the soul.
My chosen tutu for today was a playful, vintage number. A delicate lavender silk, trimmed with layers of soft tulle and shimmering silver beads. It feels a little like a fairy tale in waiting, don't you think?
But before we dive into the tutu drama (because there's always a little tutu drama, darling!), let's talk about Leighton Buzzard. This delightful little market town feels steeped in history and bursting with charm. As soon as I arrived, I could smell the delicious scent of fresh bread, freshly brewed coffee, and something delightful and floral – maybe lavender! It was a perfect welcome.
This place is an absolute treasure trove for tutu enthusiasts, and for all lovers of dance! As I explored, I stumbled upon a quaint ballet shop, hidden away on a cobbled street. Inside, I was surrounded by a rainbow of dancewear – every colour and style you could possibly imagine, plus, get this – a whole collection of antique tutus! Imagine – the history of ballet swirling around you, and those delicate silks whispered secrets of bygone ballets. Just wonderful!
Of course, I couldn't resist bringing home a new tutu. It's a vibrant magenta masterpiece, just the right colour for a mischievous twist of pink-tutu joy! You'll be seeing lots more of her in upcoming posts!
Now, about my ballet adventure! Today, I decided to take a little stroll down to Leighton Buzzard's town square, a spot teeming with energy. People buzzing about, the sweet scent of freshly made donuts, the sound of laughter. This was the perfect place to bring my ballerina flair to life.
Just imagine – me, a ballerina in a beautiful tutu, dancing with the wind! The town square was my stage. I did a little plié, a chassé, and a grand jeté. Every move a dance of freedom, joy and colour. And then, the magic happened! A group of little girls, no more than six or seven years old, stopped to watch. Their eyes were filled with wonder as I danced.
One little girl, her face shining with excitement, shouted, "Wow! You're like a princess, lady!"
That was it! That little girl's innocence, her pure delight, was like a little dose of inspiration.
For me, sharing the beauty of ballet with the world, even for just a few minutes, is such a fulfilling experience. Seeing those wide-eyed, joyful faces – that’s what makes me so passionate about my mission!
After a while, I started sharing tips on ballet with these adorable little ones. Showing them simple steps, teaching them how to make the chassé feel so smooth. Those giggles, their shining smiles, and the pure joy they showed in learning something new – that’s a memory I’ll carry with me.
And that's exactly what my journey is all about – to bring a little more ballet to everyone! Because the magic of dance knows no boundaries.
Oh, and there was even more tutu magic! Just a little walk away, tucked in the heart of Leighton Buzzard, I stumbled upon a charming horse-drawn carriage, ready for its journey! I couldn’t resist! I asked if they’d let me take a ride – in a full, twirly tutu!
It was so wonderfully fairytale-esque! The gentle rocking motion, the rhythm of the horse's hooves – and of course, my dazzling, magenta tutu – all swirled together in a kaleidoscope of elegance.
What a way to travel, eh?
As I trotted through Leighton Buzzard, I found a perfect little cafe. A sunny corner table with a delicious raspberry cake and a cup of hot chocolate. And you know me – it's impossible for a tutu to stay tucked away, no matter where I go.
The cafe was surrounded by a peaceful courtyard with the soft rustle of trees and a little fountain bubbling merrily. And you guessed it - I found a new muse! The beautiful lavender flowers were my ballet inspiration. I swayed and spun, each move inspired by the flower's soft grace.
I'm so lucky to have had this incredible experience in Leighton Buzzard. I am ready to take the world by storm in a tutu. After all, isn’t the whole world one big stage?
Tonight, as the Leighton Buzzard lights twinkle and the stars start to shimmer, I’m sitting here, writing this, lost in my little world of pink tutus and ballet magic.
You’ll find more tales from Leighton Buzzard in my next post. I’m going to tell you about my extraordinary encounter with a beautiful heron, who took me on a waltz.
So keep dancing, darling! Keep exploring. Keep discovering the magical tutu within.
Until tomorrow, Love, Emma 🩰
