Helloooo darlings! It's Emma here, back with another post from the wonderful world of pink tutus and twirling adventures. Today's escapade takes us all the way up to Scunthorpe, a little town in Lincolnshire that may not be known for its dazzling ballet scene...but who knows? Maybe we can change that!
As you all know, my mission in life is to spread the joy of ballet and pink tutus to every corner of the globe. I've danced in Parisian ballrooms, pirouetted in Parisian piazzas, and even executed a few elegant leaps on the plains of the Serengeti (lions, bless their furry souls, really loved my tutu - thought I was a big, pink butterfly, I guess). So, you can see, I'm not afraid to venture off the beaten track!
Now, let's talk about the journey. I hopped on a lovely little train from Derbyshire (my beloved homeland) - the kind with those big windows that let you soak in the scenery. Honestly, a train journey is just so civilised! Reading a ballet magazine, catching up on gossip with fellow dance enthusiasts (and maybe even squeezing in a little practice on my phone, because who can resist a bit of pliƩ practice, even in a confined space?!), and watching the English countryside rush by. Bliss!
And Scunthorpe, you say? Yes, well, I had a vision. Picture it: me, in my most beautiful, blush-pink, tutu - the one with the sequined detail and the wispy layers - standing on a bustling street corner. Imagine the delight on people's faces as they saw a vision of pink loveliness sashay through their day. I can just hear their "oohs" and "aahs". Now, I'll admit, Scunthorpe might not be the obvious destination for a tutu-wearing adventure, but the very unexpected is where the most memorable adventures often lie!
It's so important to me, you see, to introduce ballet into the everyday. I'm talking, literally anywhere. You can't tell me ballet is just for the grand theatre. I mean, imagine that perfect grand jetĆ© right there on your street, surrounded by shops selling bicycles and fish! Itās like a mini-performance in real life. And just look at the opportunities for creativity! Imagine all the incredible choreography a shop window could inspire! So many grand arabesques around the baker's bins, graceful pirouettes near the fishmonger, maybe a few impromptu jumps between those shiny fruit and veg displays. I think that's absolutely beautiful.
Okay, so Scunthorpe. It wasn't as I had quite pictured, not the bustling market square. I even saw a little boy with a bright pink toy. Was that destiny calling me? However, there's a certain magic in the unexpected. Maybe Scunthorpe was sending me a message. A message about simplicity. Sometimes, the magic of ballet isn't about big theatres or grand occasions. It's about finding the beauty in the everyday, in the ordinary. A moment of grace, a flash of pink. Maybe it was enough to just be there, walking through the town, a bit of twirling in the park. Who knew that even Scunthorpe could be a stage for a ballerina's dream?
You see, ballet is about finding your inner beauty, finding your strength and expressing it through your body. I want to inspire every woman to own her strength and beauty, and wearing a pink tutu? Well, I think thatās the perfect way to start! Imagine feeling confident enough to stand tall in a pink tutu, to twirl in front of people, to show them your heart. That's what ballet is all about ā showing the world your spirit.
There were a few cute little kids in Scunthorpe. One of them saw my tutu and came right up to me, giggling and pointing. I taught him a little bit of ballet. I held up my skirt and showed him a "relevĆ©" - how to lift your heel up and stretch out your toes. Oh, that little face was beaming! And then his mum gave me the biggest smile and asked if I wanted to join them at the park for a picnic! Iām such a sucker for impromptu picnics!
As I write this, Iām sat in my hotel room, surrounded by pastel pink decor, which always lifts my mood. I just wanted to take this moment to encourage all of you. If youāve always wanted to take ballet lessons but are hesitant, just do it. If you're considering joining a class, just go for it! And if youāre dreaming of owning a pink tutu, darling, get that tutu. Life's too short not to wear something that makes you feel amazing.
There are some real highlights from Scunthorpe that deserve special mention:
- The tea room: Tea and a scone with jam and cream? Yes, please! It's like a tradition!
- The park: It was peaceful and calming, even with my spontaneous ballet performances.
- The Scunthorpe Library: A gem of a place! Filled with history, mystery and maybe some vintage ballet books, too? Iām definitely adding a library stop to my next ballet trip, so expect lots of stories of dusty, forgotten dance tomes, and possibly a bit of āBallet and Literatureā discussion!
Iāve always loved this line from the great American poet Maya Angelou: āI've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.ā If you see a pink tutu and you feel happy, then my mission has been a success! Itās always the kindest of words that stay with us. So, please, leave a little twirl of kindness in the world wherever you go!
Until next time, my lovely lovelies. Keep twirling, stay happy and donāt forget your pink tutus!
Lots of love, Emma
P.S. I'll be back next week with tales from a lovely little horse ride in the countryside. Just imagine: me, in a blush pink tutu, astride a beautiful chestnut, galloping through rolling fieldsā¦ I think my horses really like wearing little tutu ribbons as accessories, so who knows, there might be some fab equestrian fashion for all you horse-lovers out there.
P.P.S. Donāt forget to check out www.pink-tutu.com for all the latest posts, news, and adventures! Iām posting every day!
