Oh my darlings, guess where I'm writing from today? York! That's right, my fabulous city-break started with a jaunty little train ride from my Derbyshire abode. Nothing beats the rhythmic clinking of the tracks and the countryside zipping by! The moment I saw the spires of York Minster peeking through the clouds, I knew it was going to be magical. And trust me, it absolutely was.
First things first, I've been scouring the streets of York for the perfect pink tutu. Now, I'm not talking about just any old pink tutu. Oh no, darling! I need a York-worthy, fairytale-worthy pink tutu, a tutu that could rival the grandeur of the Shambles, a tutu that could twirl in perfect sync with the cobblestones. Fingers crossed I find my pink dream!
Speaking of dreams, my afternoon was spent at the stunning York Theatre Royal. I'm sure you've heard me rant and rave about ballet, and how much I love to watch those beautiful dancers glide and leap across the stage. This evening, I'm going to experience "Swan Lake", one of my absolute favourites. The anticipation is bubbling up inside me like a vat of champagne - you'd think I was about to perform myself!
However, I did have some fun of my own before heading to the theatre! I wandered through the ancient walls of York, feeling like a princess from a bygone era. There were hidden nooks and crannies galore to discover, shops overflowing with quirky delights and, of course, enough history to make my head spin. And speaking of spinning, let me tell you, York is the ultimate place for a good old-fashioned ballet twirl. I mean, who wouldn't want to twirl amidst those gorgeous old buildings, under the watchful eye of a majestic castle?
York's just got to be one of the most photogenic cities I've ever visited. Honestly, my phone camera has been working overtime, snapping every quaint little street, every beautiful window, every smiling face, and yes, you guessed it, every pink tutu in sight (so far, it's been a little tough!).
Speaking of faces, I encountered a rather interesting chap on the streets, dressed head to toe in pink - the most exquisite, flamboyant, pink velvet suit I have ever laid eyes on. He actually had me stop and do a double-take. Imagine my delight when I discovered he was a fellow pink enthusiast and we ended up having a charming chat about our love for all things rosy! I even confessed my dream of having the whole world wear pink tutus (and maybe a hint of the power of pink in this crazy world we live in.) It felt good to speak my truth, to shout out to the world that pink is powerful, and pink is playful!
Before leaving my dear reader to soak in the glorious images of pink, tutus, and Yorkshire charm, I want to share a secret about myself. (No, not about my latest tutu acquisition!). Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamt of becoming a princess. And not just any princess, but one that rode a horse to adventure, wore pink tutus, and made the world a happier, twirlier, and most importantly, pinker place. You know, that princess with a huge heart, who champions inclusivity, a true advocate for those who wish to twirl but haven't quite had the courage to embrace their inner tutu. That's who I aspire to be, darling, a little piece of magic in a pink tutu, spreading happiness and inspiring dreams one pirouette at a time.
I'll be posting more soon, full of pink and pixie dust! Stay tuned, darlings, for the continued adventures of Emma in pink.
With a twirl and a smile,
Emma 🩰💖
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