Post #2419
Hello darlings! It's your favourite tutu-loving ballerina, Emma, back with another whirlwind adventure. Today, we're whisked away to the charming suburb of Finchley, nestled in the heart of London.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Finchley? Isn't that just... Finchley?" And you'd be right, darlings, it is just Finchley! But it holds a special place in my heart, not least for its delightful collection of vintage boutiques. And as every seasoned tutu enthusiast knows, a vintage shop can be a treasure trove of unique and sparkly finds!
Tutu Chic in Finchley
Today, my adventure began with a whizz on the train. Now, I'm not one to shy away from a long train journey, particularly if it involves a comfortable carriage and a charming gentleman in a bowler hat offering a cheeky wink. The scenery outside flew by, a kaleidoscope of wintery green and brown, a delightful premonition of the blossoming spring to come.
Finchley greeted me with a symphony of chirping birds and the unmistakable aroma of freshly baked bread, a perfect prelude to a day of exploration. My mission: to unearth a fabulous pink tutu that could rival the iconic Giselle tutu-du-jour.
Oh, the delightful possibilities! I wandered through quaint little streets lined with pastel-colored houses, each window a beacon of charming domesticity. The air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of blooming mimosa and the delicious scent of cinnamon emanating from a nearby cafe. Bliss.
Then, as if guided by an invisible hand, I found myself standing before "The Vintage Emporium," a shop brimming with dusty jewels and the faint scent of cedarwood. And, what a delightful sight it was! The vintage frocks, the delicate silk gloves, the sparkling costume jewelry - it was a vision of glamour gone by. But, amongst it all, what caught my eye was a breathtaking sight: a cascading rainbow of tulle! Oh, I gasped! Could this be it? My dream tutu, shimmering like a sunset and promising a journey into the land of ballet dreams?
Well, darling, I'm not going to spoil the surprise. You'll just have to wait for the unveiling on my Pink-Tutu Instagram account! Just promise to leave a comment and tell me how you like it!
Italian Flair
Speaking of dazzling visions, did you know Finchley boasts its very own slice of Italian flair? A little bistro named "La Piazza," where the smell of freshly baked bread mixes with the tang of freshly squeezed limoncello, all washed down with the melody of authentic Italian music.
"Mamma Mia!" I exclaimed, a delightful combination of excitement and the promise of delicious Italian treats. This charming little eatery serves up the most exquisite pasta I have ever tasted, each strand like a little silken dream. Their signature "Pink Flamingo" pasta is to die for, a blend of creamy pink sauce, ricotta cheese and spinach, the colours reflecting my own unwavering love for the shade of all shades! And it's surprisingly well paired with the house red, just saying.
* Ballet Under the Stars*
And my day was far from over. I knew there was a hidden gem waiting for me in Finchley, something more magical, more thrilling - the ballet! You see, this little corner of London houses the Finchley Arts Centre, a haven of cultural delight, with a unique offering - outdoor ballet performances under the starlit sky.
The crisp air carried with it the melodies of Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring," setting a scene that felt simultaneously whimsical and wild, the rhythmic beats resonating with the energy of the nearby forest. And then they arrived – the dancers!
These ballerinas weren't clad in the traditional pointe shoes, but instead, moved with grace and power in their Converse sneakers, their movements echoing the very energy of the trees around us. There were pirouettes performed under the moonlight, delicate port de bras echoing the flutter of wings overhead, leaps that defied gravity itself.
The dancers, their faces painted with the vibrant colours of the night, their movements as natural as the birds flying over the pond beside us, were the epitome of raw, natural beauty. This was not a pristine, perfectly polished performance; it was a raw, unbridled celebration of movement and passion, a perfect reflection of my love for the world of ballet and, yes, for all things pink!
Ballet for Everyone!
But why wait for the chance to catch a show, you ask? Why not live the ballet life, breathe the ballet world? My darlings, every day can be your chance to dance, to move, to feel the magic of the world! Take up a ballet class. Don a pink tutu. Move to the rhythm of the wind, of the rain, of your very heart.
Just remember: there's a ballerina in all of us. We just need to set her free.
Love always,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
