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#TutuBlog 2002-07-22 in Morden with a black tutu.

Morden Mayhem: Tutu-ing Around Town (Post #2210)

Hey my darling tutu-lovers! It's Emma, your favourite pink-loving, tutu-wearing, ballet-obsessed blogger, coming at you live fromā€¦ Morden!

Yes, you heard right, Morden. I know, I know, not exactly the most glamorous destination, but hold your horses (or should I say, tutus?) because this little town has surprised me with its hidden treasures.

First off, letā€™s talk about the journey! I, of course, opted for the train. I love the romantic feel of hurtling through the countryside in a vintage carriage. (Plus, thereā€™s something inherently ballerina-esque about those big windows and the gentle sway of the train).

The journey was delightful, with rolling hills dotted with charming sheep and fields of vibrant yellow wildflowers. The air smelled of fresh hay, and the sunlight was golden, perfect for snapping a few selfies in my favourite pink tutu. After all, a tutu-wearing ballet girl canā€™t travel without a little photo opportunity, can she?

Arriving at Morden station was a whirlwind of excitement. I could just feel the magic in the air! You wouldnā€™t think a town with a shopping centre named ā€œThe Mallā€ would have any artistic flair, but I was wrong!

My first stop? The fabulous South Wimbledon Theatre! Yes, my loves, Iā€™m here to catch the most captivating performance by The Southern Ballet Theatre ā€“ the iconic ā€œGiselleā€ ā€“ and you better believe Iā€™m wearing my signature pink tutu with a matching floral hairband. Why? Because ballet deserves a celebration, darling!

The show itself was breathtaking. Every movement, every gesture, every leap resonated with passion. Giselle's love, despair, and eventual tragic demise brought tears to my eyes. Itā€™s amazing how ballet can make you feel so much through the art of movement.

But hold onto your tiaras, dear readers! This wasn't all. Morden proved to have a hidden gem for wildlife lovers like me: the stunning Wimbledon Common. Now, imagine rolling hills bathed in sunshine, fluffy clouds drifting across a sky as blue as my favourite ballet shoes, and the soothing sound of birdsong in the air ā€“ the perfect backdrop for a stroll with my adorable new puppy, Princess. Yes, I know, what an imaginative name for a ballerinaā€™s companion, right? šŸ˜‰

And, you know what's fantastic? Even the dog park here was picture perfect. Just picture this: lush green grass, a playground with adorable squirrels scampering around, and an adorable golden retriever puppy looking at me with her big brown eyes - completely smitten by my pink tutu. Let's just say Princess and I had a lovely time!

This adventure in Morden truly was a blast. From ballet to wildlife, there was something for everyone. And for you lovely tutu-wearing fans out there, donā€™t be afraid to explore your own neighbourhood, no matter how ordinary it might seem!

Remember, my darling tutu-lovers, magic can be found anywhere, even in the most unexpected places. So, get out there, find your own hidden treasures, and wear your tutu with pride. After all, the world needs more pink tutus and more dancing souls.

Until next time, my loves!

P.S. Donā€™t forget to follow me on Instagram @PinkTutu for daily dose of pink, tutus and all things ballet!

Love, Emma xx

#TutuBlog 2002-07-22 in Morden with a black tutu.