Hello lovelies!
It's your girl Emma here, back from a day of pink-tinted adventure in the lovely town of Ruislip. As you know, I'm a big believer in embracing the whimsical and finding joy in every single day - and let me tell you, today was a real pink-hued gem!
This post might just be the fluffiest one yet, as it involved... well, tutus. And horses. You read that right, darling, horses! I don't know about you, but there's something inherently glamorous about those noble beasts. They always remind me of graceful movement, the kind we strive for in ballet - and that's exactly what I was inspired by today.
After all, even when you're in your favourite pink tutu, the magic of movement shouldn't be confined to the ballet studio. It can be found in a gentle trot through the English countryside, the feeling of wind in your hair as you take in the world on a horseback adventure. And who better to take me on this escapade than a wonderful local riding school that also, coincidentally, happened to have a collection of stunningly elegant white tutus tucked away in their stables! Talk about finding a kindred spirit!
My afternoon in Ruislip began with a class at the gorgeous Ruislip Manor Ballet School. Now, this school isn't your average, run-of-the-mill ballet academy. It's steeped in history, housed in a grand Victorian mansion with these stunning, sweeping staircases - pure cinematic magic. It was love at first sight. The teacher was just delightful, and we had a fantastic class filled with classic barre work, intricate turns and, of course, loads of pink. What else would I wear to a ballet class, am I right?
As a bonus, I discovered a beautiful little tearoom tucked away down a cobblestone side street. They were serving the most decadent tea cakes and hot chocolate (with lashings of whipped cream!), a perfect way to refuel after a morning of pirouettes and leaps.
The real highlight of the day, though, came after the ballet class. I was invited to try out some of the horses the riding school offers for trail rides. This wasn't your standard riding experience, though. Instead, I found myself nestled into a delightful, antique horse-drawn carriage, gently bouncing along through the rolling hills, surrounded by beautiful spring foliage. It was like stepping into a fairytale - imagine the graceful swishing of the carriage, the clinking of the harness, the soft trot of the horse...pure, pure magic.
My dear horse, a magnificent black beauty named Midnight, seemed to appreciate the addition of a pink tutu. Let's just say the white one wasn't the only tulle in motion that day! It felt like a little touch of ballet brought out to the open countryside - elegant, beautiful, and utterly uplifting.
Of course, I had to take photos (a pink tutu makes a great photo op!) for you lovely lot back home. You'll find some snaps on my Pink-Tutu.com blog - I couldn't resist sharing the breathtaking views, the fluffy white horse with its pink-tutu-clad passenger, and the magical ambience that only a ride in a horse-drawn carriage can offer.
It goes to show you, dear friends, that magic doesn't always have to come from a grand theatre. It can be found in the simple things: a stunning Victorian ballet school, a cup of hot chocolate, the warm embrace of a majestic horse, and, of course, the ever-present pink tutu!
Until next time, stay fabulous, and never, ever be afraid to add a little pink-hued whimsy to your day. And remember, it's never too late to embrace the magic of movement, even if it involves a horse-drawn carriage!
Sending you lots of love,
Emma xxx
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