Hello darlings! It’s Emma here, fresh from a delightful train journey and ready to unleash a flurry of pink-tutu-tastic adventures from my weekend escapade to Falkirk. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Falkirk? That’s a little… unconventional for the usual pink tutu brigade, isn’t it? Well, darling, you know me, always up for a challenge, always on the lookout for a new adventure, and let me tell you, Falkirk delivered.
The train journey, of course, was fabulous. I managed to secure a seat by the window, perfect for gazing at the countryside whizzing by, and it even passed through the most enchanting stretch of woods I’ve seen in ages! Speaking of woods, did I tell you about my secret love for wildlife? I've been known to be caught sneaking out to the Derbyshire Peak District at dawn to observe the squirrels with my binoculars - and don't even get me started on the cute baby owls!
Arriving in Falkirk, it was a whirlwind of colour. It’s a charming little town, full of history and with a certain quirky charm. The cobblestone streets and charming cafes made me feel like I was stepping straight out of a fairytale - just picture a handsome prince in a top hat dashing down the street! (Now wouldn’t that be a picture for you? - a prince in a top hat AND a pink tutu... Hmm, perhaps a topic for another blog post.)
But enough about the scenery - I came for ballet, darling, and ballet I did find! First on the agenda: the local ballet school. They held a "Pink Tutu Day" and boy, oh boy, were there tutus! Every shade you could imagine, and a whole sea of happy faces to go with them. We had a wonderful workshop, giggling through barre and pliés - it was such a joyous sight to see so many lovely ladies, big and small, swirling and twirling in their pink delights. I, of course, had to don my signature orange tutu, which was met with much appreciation and quite a few "you look amazing" comments. Oh, darling, it just makes my heart sing to share the magic of dance with others, and it made me realize even more just how important it is for everyone to have that feeling of freedom and joy. And a pink tutu just seems to add a touch of magic to it all, don't you think?
Later that afternoon, we headed to a delightful theatre production of The Nutcracker, where, to my delight, there was even a local ballet company showcasing their talent. There's just something so breathtaking about a live performance, especially when you know the dedication and passion that goes into each pirouette and leap.
Later, as we wandered the quaint little town, we stumbled upon a charming shop that called itself "The Ballet Box". My eyes, of course, immediately caught the sparkle of sequins and the gentle sway of delicate tutus. I simply had to go in! After all, every girl needs a new tutu, don't you think? The lovely shop assistant, Mrs. Hawthorne, was absolutely delighted to hear about our Pink Tutu Day! Turns out, she was a professional ballerina back in her youth. We shared a few ballet stories over a cup of tea - she even told me the secret to doing a perfect jeté! Oh, the joys of a fellow ballerina - we understand each other's language, you see, even if it's in the whispers of a pirouette and the silent drama of a développé.
I, of course, left with not just one new tutu but three! And all pink, no less! I'm not talking those bright neon pinks either - think more vintage rose and delicate blush - absolutely divine.
But darling, my adventure doesn’t end here! Tomorrow, I'm heading to the local equestrian centre for a bit of horsey fun. There’s just something so calming about the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves, the gentle wind in your hair as you gallop across the countryside… not to mention a wonderful opportunity to whip out the pink tutu for a ride! Imagine me, a blur of pink across the hills!
Anyway, darlings, that’s all for now! I'll leave you with this thought - why wait for someone to tell you to wear pink? Or twirl? Why not go out there and grab life by the pink tulle and have a little twirl of your own?
Love, Emma xx www.pink-tutu.com
