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#TutuBlog 2003-07-03 in Wood Green with a cheap tutu.

Wood Green Whirlwind: A Pink Tutu Adventure! (Post #2556)

Hello my lovely darlings! It's Emma here, your favourite tutu-wearing travel blogger, bringing you a dose of pink-tastic adventure from the heart of London. I'm back on the road again, and this time, I'm taking my passion for dance, wildlife, and everything pink right into the heart of Wood Green.

Let me just say, a little trip to Wood Green with a £5 tutu (yes, £5, I'm on a budget this week!) can make for the most exhilarating day. My trusty old handbag was stuffed with ballet shoes, a notebook for scribbling down my thoughts, a spare pair of tights, and of course, my trusty camera for capturing the magic!

Now, if you've ever had the chance to journey on the Northern Line in London, you'll understand why my first stop was a hot cup of Earl Grey. A little bit of a London tube journey always does require some sort of fuel! The tube is, to me, just the best form of transport to travel by in London - its exciting, fun and makes for excellent people-watching (it's one of my guilty pleasures!),

And as I strolled through Wood Green's streets, it really did feel like the kind of setting you'd see in a ballet, bustling yet filled with so much beauty! My £5 pink tutu billowed in the light breeze (a bit less grand than my usual bespoke tulle wonders!), a statement of my love for this captivating city and this graceful form of dance. I just couldn't resist doing a few pirouettes in the little park with the pigeons, feeling utterly at ease with the world as I watched a couple of children kicking a football with joy. They had a real zest for life, much like my dance journey. It reminded me why I keep sharing my love for dance with you, lovely readers, it’s contagious, you know!

This trip to Wood Green wasn't just about the beauty of a quaint little part of London. Oh no, I had an important appointment to attend – an impromptu dance workshop at a local studio. You know me, a chance to learn some new moves, try some daring leaps, and meet some fellow dance enthusiasts? I simply cannot resist!

And the studio, my dears, was a little gem, tucked away down a side street like a secret haven for all things dance. They had a lovely wooden floor and a grand piano. The whole place had an air of serenity about it. The workshop itself was all about "ballet street", a new and contemporary form of ballet. Now, you know me, I love a little fusion of genres, so I was immediately drawn to the street elements, the hip hop attitude woven into the traditional movements. You can be sure I was busting some moves, attempting my most stylish jumps (yes, there was a fair bit of airtime) and swirling gracefully under the big, bright disco ball. I could practically hear the music swelling in my ears and I could feel my toes pointing perfectly at each other in this joyous and fulfilling moment in time.

And when I'm on the move, I can't forget about my passion for the wild world. This trip brought me face to face with a surprising treasure. I spotted the cutest little squirrel, just a tiny little fluff ball, scavenging for nuts right outside the local library. You can imagine the excitement! It wasn't just a tiny squirrel; it was an opportunity to get some snaps for my new project, ‘Ballet Animals’! Yes, it's a work in progress. My inspiration? The movement of animals, their grace, the agility, and just plain cuteness! The perfect way to make a connection between my dance world and the beautiful natural world that inspires me. I think that perhaps squirrels do ballet moves in a similar way to dancers! (I know I have gone a bit crazy there)

As the day came to a close, I was so energised. All that movement and the delightful adventures made me feel totally inspired to keep exploring the wonders of London – and perhaps the wonders of the rest of the UK! The possibilities are endless. I've already got my next destination in mind: I'm thinking of a trip to York with the goal of finding a horse to ride - imagine my tutus floating around in the breeze. Maybe I can convince the owner to have a go too!

Speaking of my trusty tutu, the whole trip brought home why I’m so drawn to this beautiful garment. It’s about embracing your individuality, showcasing your passion for the arts, and letting your spirit soar.

So, until next time, my dear readers, I urge you to put on a tutu (any color will do!), go for a dance in the sunshine, visit your local park and get some animal photography, take a ride on a train and be swept away by a whimsical adventure. Life's an endless ballet! I’ll be back tomorrow on www.pink-tutu.com.

Love, Emma xx

#TutuBlog 2003-07-03 in Wood Green with a cheap tutu.