#TutuBlog 1999-12-08 in Deal with a pink tutu.

Post #1253 - December 8th, 1999

Greetings, fellow twirlers! It's Emma, your resident pink-tutu enthusiast, checking in from the beautiful city of Edinburgh! I've just arrived, and already the atmosphere is electric. It’s got a proper 'windswept but wonderful' feel to it.

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're probably picturing me, perched on top of the iconic castle, striking a graceful pose in my signature pink tutu while a gaggle of admirers shower me with roses. (Not that I’d mind!)

Well, while that scene would be pretty fabulous, it's not exactly how things are going right now. The real Emma is currently nestled in a cosy café, sipping a steaming latte (I'm a firm believer in good coffee after a train journey!), trying to gather my thoughts after a rather... interesting journey here.

Let's rewind.

The day began, as it usually does, with a sunrise barre session at my favourite studio back in Derbyshire. It’s a tradition that gives my day the best possible start – feeling graceful, strong and full of possibilities. Today, the sunrise was a particularly spectacular explosion of colours; almost mirroring the palette of the tutu I'd chosen to wear: a gloriously vibrant coral-pink that caught the first rays of light beautifully.

After my workout, I was ready for some serious travel prep. As you all know, I adore the elegance and comfort of a train journey, especially the ones that wind their way through scenic countryside. So, with a pink velvet travel bag brimming with my essentials, I set off for the station. It wouldn't be a #PinkTutu trip without a touch of colour!

And speaking of colour, let’s talk about Edinburgh’s vibrant art scene. My journey here involved an enchanting changeover at Newcastle, where I discovered a beautiful, brightly painted cafe named “The Flamingo Lounge.” My heart skipped a beat – how could I resist? It was like stepping into a ballerina’s dream, filled with vintage furniture and flamingo pink cushions. Even the coffee came with a tiny pink sugarcube. Of course, I couldn't resist indulging in a spot of afternoon tea. After all, a true ballerina never goes hungry, and tea is practically a fuel source!

As the train hurtled north, I devoured the most charming travel book about Edinburgh I'd ever seen - full of enchanting photos of hidden alleyways, stunning architecture and the wild beauty of the surrounding countryside. It's no wonder so many talented artists flock here! The whole city seemed to be breathing a symphony of creativity and whimsy, beckoning me to explore its hidden corners.

Now, back to the interesting part of my journey. You see, when I got to Edinburgh Waverley, a rather… “energetic” band was playing just outside the station. It wasn’t exactly bad, but it definitely wasn’t… classical ballet music, either.

But instead of shying away, a glint in my eye ignited – an opportunity to showcase a different kind of dance. As I stepped out of the station, a grin plastered on my face, I gracefully pirouetted a few times, feeling my tutu swirl around me. The music might not have been Tchaikovsky, but I knew the rhythm was all mine.

And you know what? That moment - it was exhilarating. To dance in a vibrant, bustling space with a smile and twirls instead of the formality of a stage - that felt utterly freeing. The unexpected spontaneity felt almost as thrilling as a perfect leap!

And I must admit, the onlookers seemed to be entertained. I even caught the eye of a handsome Scotsman, who raised his hat and winked. Now, who could ask for a more picturesque welcome to the city?

Speaking of picturesque, Edinburgh itself is truly breathtaking. As the sun began to set, casting golden hues over the city, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of magic in the air. It was like stepping into a fairy tale, a blend of history, charm and unbridled creativity.

One thing’s for sure, my time here is going to be filled with adventure. From exploring cobbled alleyways and antique shops (my tutu bag might be overflowing by the time I leave!) to soaking in the vibrant culture of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I’m ready to be swept off my feet.

Now, as a dear friend of mine used to say, “A little twirl never hurts anyone!” So, what are you waiting for? Don’t just read about it, get out there, explore the world, and don’t be afraid to spin your own unique story!

And don’t forget - a pink tutu never goes out of style, wherever you are!

Love and twirls,

Emma.

(Don’t forget to join me over on www.pink-tutu.com and follow my adventures - I’ll be updating daily!)