Oh my dears, what a whirlwind weekend it’s been! A little pink flamingo in a black tutu descended upon the cobbled streets of Leicester, bringing a splash of colour and a whole lot of twirling to the East Midlands. That's me, Emma, your favourite ballerina-blogger extraordinaire, reporting in live from my latest adventure. This blog is post number 1299, folks! And every day, there's more to discover.
Let's rewind, shall we? My journey began, as always, with a dash of glamour. A whimsical floral print dress and my trusty, hand-stitched pink satchel were the perfect ensemble for a morning ride on the vintage steam train, the engine chugging through Derbyshire fields. A countryside view always feels like the perfect ballet for the senses, wouldn't you agree?
I reached Leicester's train station with butterflies fluttering in my stomach, excitement tingling down my spine like a delicate plié. A day filled with ballet delights awaited! I practically floated down the street, dodging pigeons and tourists with the grace of a swan on a pond, towards the majestic, century-old theatre. It stood grand and proud, draped in autumn colours - just begging for a touch of pink! And guess who had just the thing?
Of course, my darling black tutu had travelled with me, nestled safely in my satchel, ready to shine on Leicester's stage. And as I slipped it on, I knew - this city would remember me!
The ballet performance that night was divine. A breathtaking pas de deux with a young couple who seemed to move in perfect harmony, swirling through the air with a tenderness that stole my breath away. Then, the grand finale – a flurry of pink and gold tutus, the dancers gliding across the stage with smiles radiating joy and the sheer love of the art.
But wait, the magic wasn't over! I snuck off afterwards to a cosy café tucked away down a cobbled street, my favourite spot to observe the hustle and bustle of the city. Sipping hot chocolate (extra marshmallows, naturally!) I noticed a sign announcing a 'Drop In Ballet' class. Now, how could I possibly resist that?!
My black tutu took center stage once more, as I joined a room full of laughing, enthusiastic dancers – both seasoned and newcomers. It was a heartwarming experience, sharing our love for this magical art form with one another, regardless of age, experience, or shoe size.
Now, I have a confession - I couldn't leave Leicester without a proper wildlife adventure! After all, ballet isn't just about grace and movement - it's about appreciating the natural beauty of our world. A brisk morning walk through the beautiful Bradgate Park with a picnic basket filled with pink-frosted cupcakes took me right back to childhood. And imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a mischievous family of squirrels! They were playing a delightful game of tag, bouncing up and down the ancient oak trees, their tiny, bushy tails blurring into a ballet of their own.
Speaking of adorable animals, can we talk about pink tutus for pets? I'm picturing a tiny, fluffy kitten gracefully pirouetting in a delicate pink tutu, her little pink nose twitching with delight. Just picture it, darlings! Imagine a majestic horse wearing a glittering tutu, its flowing mane blending into a tapestry of pinks and whites. Oh, the sheer brilliance!
So, my dear friends, it’s safe to say that this little flamingo in a black tutu has conquered the vibrant city of Leicester. I leave you with a plea to my heart: Embrace the magic of pink tutus, try a ballet class, and watch a beautiful performance at your local theatre! You won't regret it. Until next time, my lovelies.
See you soon,
Emma www.pink-tutu.com
