Hey lovelies! Emma here, your resident pink tutu enthusiast and all-round ballet fanatic. I’m currently typing this from my quaint little hotel room in Northampton, my suitcase bursting with sparkly ballet shoes and enough pink tutus to make a flamingo blush. Yes, folks, the pink tutu journey continues!
Today has been an absolute whirlwind of ballet, pancake-inspired fashion (you'll hear about that later!), and all things fluffy.
I woke up this morning with a spring in my step (pun absolutely intended!). My first stop? A little town just outside of Derby. A charming market day full of fresh produce and handmade trinkets, which I must say was the perfect way to start the day. The aroma of warm croissants and freshly ground coffee filled the air as I popped into a charming cafe, sipping on a latte and writing some notes for my next YouTube video (coming soon!).
But, before I tell you about Northampton's ballet delights, I have to tell you about my amazing adventure getting here! Instead of hopping on the usual train, I decided to take a more…rural route. I spent a glorious morning in the company of some truly majestic horses. They’re beautiful creatures! The countryside air, the sun on my face, and the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves on the cobblestones - honestly, there's nothing quite like it! Plus, I think I’ve finally mastered the art of balancing while wearing a pink tutu. Who knew?
Now, on to Northampton! This vibrant little town stole my heart with its charming streets lined with antique shops and quirky cafes. The main square was brimming with laughter and energy, a wonderful contrast to the peace of the countryside. I couldn’t help but admire the stunning Victorian architecture. They even have a fabulous little cafe that serves the most amazing chocolate croissants!
Of course, no visit to Northampton is complete without a ballet experience. The theatre, with its majestic facade, almost took my breath away. And then I saw the show - The Nutcracker. Oh my goodness, the artistry, the music, the emotions… it left me utterly speechless. I even took a quick ballet class at a local studio, you know, to loosen up those dancing muscles (and yes, my pink tutu came along for the ride!).
But let’s talk about the piece de resistance of this day - the pancake tutu! Yep, you heard that right! While exploring a local bakery (the smell of freshly baked pastries was intoxicating!), I stumbled across a pile of perfectly stacked pancakes. I just had to incorporate them into my outfit, and the result was magical. Think, flowing tiers of fluffy, delicious pancakes forming a tutu that could rival any prima ballerina. It wasn’t your typical tutus, I know, but oh-so-charmingly unexpected.
Let’s be honest, there’s something special about experiencing a new town through the lens of a dancer's heart. You notice things most others don't: the rhythmic pulse of the cobblestone streets, the elegant sweep of a grand staircase, the captivating flow of a bustling marketplace. It’s a world filled with grace and beauty, a world waiting to be explored one twirl at a time.
This is more than just a trip to Northampton - this is about spreading the pink tutu love! And yes, my mission, as I've said before, is to convince everyone, from every corner of the world, to wear a pink tutu at least once in their lives. Why? Because a pink tutu is a symbol of joy, confidence, and the freedom to be utterly and completely yourself. It’s a reminder that the world is a stage, and we are all free to dance our way through it.
So, until next time, keep your spirits high, your hearts full, and your tutus ready for twirling. Stay pink, stay bubbly, stay inspired!
Emma xo
