Hello, my darlings! Emma here, back from a whirlwind trip to Catford! The tutu twirled, the train whistled, and my heart absolutely skipped a beat. Remember those dreamy days when pink was the only colour that mattered and ballet was the only language you spoke? That’s me, in a nutshell!
This week’s journey began in my beloved Derbyshire. The Derbyshire Dales are so picturesque, with their rolling hills and lush greenery. They almost inspire me to pack up my leotard and tap shoes, trade the city lights for wildflowers and spend the days dancing on cobbled streets under a sky the colour of a blushing ballerina.
But the pull of London, with its cultural kaleidoscope and a whole host of exciting ballet productions, always brings me back! This time, the train was the chosen steed for my journey, the carriage a cozy bubble of pink-hued dreams. (It was almost the colour of my new tutu!)
My newest acquisition? A gorgeous, extra-extra narrow tutu. It's all about accentuating the ballerina shape, and let me tell you, it does wonders! A delicate, diaphanous affair, perfect for those effortless twirls. And of course, the color is my signature... pink, oh so pink!
Catford Capers
Upon arriving in the bustling metropolis, I ventured into the vibrant heart of Catford, a charmingly diverse neighbourhood in south-east London. I’m a firm believer in exploring every corner of the city, unearthing hidden gems like this. Catford held a unique charm that warmed my ballerina soul.
My first stop was a beautiful, old bookshop called The Literary Attic. Tucked away on a quiet cobblestone street, it was filled with antique shelves, crackling fireplaces, and the enticing aroma of aged paper. I felt like I was in a vintage fairytale. And naturally, I emerged with a collection of books on ballet history. (After all, every ballerina needs her dose of classic tales!)
My dance card was full in Catford. A ballet class on Wednesday at the Catford Dance Studios gave my toes a well-deserved workout. And it wasn’t just any ordinary class, oh no, this one had live music! Talk about a captivating and inspiring experience. And I have to mention, the instructor's costume... it was a stunning deep crimson with intricate golden embroidery. It made me want to rush out and find the most flamboyant tutu I could. (Though nothing can top my newest, narrow number.)
And, in the realm of professional performances, my Catford adventure took an enchanting turn. On Friday, I took my seat at the magnificent Catford Theatre. The stage was abuzz with vibrant energy and a spectacular rendition of "Giselle". I found myself utterly captivated by the breathtaking dance sequences and intricate costuming.
More Than Ballet
Now, it wouldn't be a true Emma adventure without a little bit of whimsy and wildlife thrown in the mix!
Catford park, a little green sanctuary in the urban jungle, held a delightful surprise: a pair of swans basking serenely in the afternoon sun. Their white plumage stood out in stark contrast to the emerald green grass, and the serene glide of their movements was a mesmerizing sight. Watching them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me, a stark contrast to the busy streets I had just left behind.
I often feel like a swan myself – gliding through life with grace and determination, always pursuing the perfect twirl! It's an odd thing to admit, but being a dancer means a certain amount of vulnerability. I trust the world with my bare skin. And a little part of me yearns for the freedom of the water. To glide effortlessly and elegantly. For now, though, I'm sticking to the land, where I can spin stories and twirl my pink tutus.
Pinks & Promises
So my darlings, I've embraced Catford in all its beauty and charm. This town has been an unexpected delight.
As I bid farewell to Catford, and its charmingly bustling streets, a newfound understanding blossoms in my heart. Sometimes, the most ordinary journeys lead to the most extraordinary moments. The little things in life, a perfect pink tutu, the warmth of the sun on my face, the laughter of children playing in the park – all these little moments, they paint the canvas of a beautiful life.
So, until next time, may your steps be graceful, your smiles be bright, and your tutus always be pink.
With love and twirls,
Emma xx
*P.S. Keep a look out for my new pink tutu blog series on the www.pink-tutu.com website, starting next week. I’m looking for inspiration for the perfect pink outfit to wear to a performance. It can be as glamorous or as subtle as I want. Maybe even the right shade of pink to match my shoes. This is exciting. *
