Hello darlings! It's Emma, your resident pink tutu enthusiast, here from my latest adventure in the charming town of Wigston Magna. Today was all about embracing the ballet bug and spreading some pink tutu love, naturally!
As a Derbyshiregirl at heart, I adore travelling by train. It's such a romantic way to get around, and it gives me plenty of time to indulge in my favourite book, a spot of embroidery (a rather lovely lilac ribbon ballet shoe I'm working on!), and admire the changing scenery. So, this morning, I took the scenic route to Wigston Magna, feeling like I'd stepped straight out of a vintage ballet poster with my fluffy pink tutu fluttering in the wind.
First stop: The Wigston Magna Ballet Centre
Now, this is a proper gem! I absolutely adore finding these little local gems hidden away in the heart of England. Wigston Magna Ballet Centre is a bustling hub for ballet enthusiasts of all ages, with classes ranging from tiny tots to adults like myself. I even spotted a couple of fellas trying out the moves.
I did a couple of drop-in classes, feeling that blissful stretch and burn as I twirled and leapt. Afterwards, I met a delightful young ballerina called Olivia who has been dancing here for five years. We shared a little chat about everything from favourite tutus (hers was a shimmering turquoise with feathered embellishments – I do love a little flair) to dream roles (Giselle, of course!). Olivia’s passion for ballet was contagious and just warmed my heart.
A Little Treat, Then Back to Ballet
Afterwards, I couldn't resist indulging in a bit of local flavour. Wigston Magna is a proper foodie heaven, I discovered a delightful tearoom and devoured the most amazing raspberry and pistachio cake (pink of course!). The lady at the counter gave me the sweetest smile and told me how much her granddaughter loves wearing her own pink tutu. It seems the love of pink and ballet is catching like wildfire, which brings a huge grin to my face!
Later in the afternoon, I had a chance to experience a delightful local ballet production by the Wigston Magna Ballet Company. The venue was a little church hall, but it was full of such heart. The performers, all volunteers, brought such passion and grace to every movement. The stories in their pieces touched my soul. I shed a tear at the bittersweet tale of ‘The Swan Lake’, and my heart leaped with joy at the colourful ‘Nutcracker’ dance.
After the show, I joined a reception in the hall. Everyone was so friendly. It was a great chance to talk ballet with some lovely ladies in stunning dresses. The group has several productions planned, all for great causes – local charities and hospitals. This group really puts its heart into bringing joy through ballet.
A Final Twirl before Sunset
As the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt a little pang to be leaving this enchanting town. I decided to end the day with one final twirl – not in a studio this time, but on a hill overlooking the town. It was like a private, personal ballet performance for the setting sun. I just danced and spun with a lightness in my heart that comes from following your passions, surrounded by such beauty and vibrant spirit.
This is exactly what I aim to do, my darlings: spread joy, encourage creativity, and inspire every single person to put on their best pink tutu and dance. Every single one of you deserves to experience the magic and freedom that comes with letting your body speak the language of ballet, no matter what age or skill level.
Until tomorrow, darling readers, take a twirl and don't forget to follow your pink tutu dreams!
Lots of love,
Emma
P.S. Keep an eye out for the pink tutu parade coming to your local town this summer! Let’s create a global wave of tutus and dancing joy.
