Post #3187
Hey everyone,
How's my favourite bunch of pink-loving tutu wearers doing? I know it's been a whirlwind week for me, and you all deserve a little catch-up on the fabulous goings-on in the life of this tutu-loving Derby girl!
Now, remember when I told you about my new Italian dream tutu? Well, it's finally here! The moment I saw it online, I knew it had to be mine. It's a gloriously frothy confection of pink and cream, shimmering tulle and delicate lace. It's like a fairy godmother herself whipped up a masterpiece especially for me! The Italian craftsmanship is simply divine; you can feel the quality in every single stitch.
So, where does one wear a tutu this fabulous? Chingford, obviously! My old dance teacher Miss Beatrice, bless her heart, lives in a cute little cottage in Chingford, and I popped over for a long overdue visit and a little ballet session. Let's just say, that cottage has seen its fair share of dancing tutus over the years!
The Magic of Ballet in the Garden
I arrived on the train, which, as always, provided a window into a million miniature adventures, from a boy giggling over a spider on a book to a couple sharing an incredibly sweet conversation about their latest holiday to Spain. Honestly, trains are just brimming with beautiful moments.
Now, about Chingford: The garden where Miss Beatrice held our ballet lesson is absolutely stunning. Imagine a sprawling oasis of colour and greenery, with vibrant rose bushes, butterflies flitting amongst fragrant lavender, and a miniature lily pond filled with little black frogs. Miss Beatrice's cat, Fluffy, who must be 107 years old but is still sprightlier than I am on a good day, wandered about watching with one sleepy eye open. It felt like something out of a storybook!
My dear teacher had me in stitches - not just with her amazing laughter (and we do love a good belly laugh here at Pink Tutu!), but also with her creative routines! She whipped up an impromptu dance based on the garden itself. We pirouetted around the lavender bushes, skipped to the rhythmic beat of the wind through the leaves, and even included a sweet bow to Fluffy the cat, who was trying to steal my snack of chocolate-covered strawberries.
After a delicious lunch, we talked for ages about everything, from new ballets I'd been seeing in London (it's a vibrant city, bursting with talented dancers!) to her hopes for a new production in the local village hall.
I must admit, I'm smitten with Chingford. Itās such a calming and enchanting place, full of friendly smiles and even friendlier cakes in the local bakeries.
Horse Power to Chingford & Back
It was an incredible week. Of course, there was dancing. It's practically ingrained in my very essence. I practiced my leaps, my pliĆ©s, my turns, and even took a peek at a fantastic production of āGiselleā at the Lyric Hammersmith Theatre which had me dreaming of romantic pirouettes and thrilling battles.
But here's where my week gets truly fairytale-esque! After my delightful visit in Chingford, I took the grand and magical route back home. Remember my favourite pony, Chestnut? He's a true gent, with the softest fur and the most patient nature. Well, Miss Beatriceās dear friend, an absolutely darling horse-lover called Geraldine, arranged for me to ride Chestnut back to Derby! The journey took all afternoon but it was so picturesque. Imagine rolling hills, meadows carpeted in wildflowers, and that exhilarating feeling of the wind in your hair and sunshine warming your face.
I am telling you, life is about moments like this.
Why Everyone Should Wear Pink Tutus and Try Ballet
After a day on a horse back with natureās symphony accompanying my ride, it feels impossible not to shout from the rooftops (or maybe a charming English village) how wonderful life is! So much of that joy comes from moments of dancing, travelling, laughter, and that's exactly what I want everyone to experience.
That's why, my darlings, I believe everyone should wear pink tutus and try ballet at least once!
You never know, the experience could transform you! Maybe youāll rediscover your inner dancer, maybe you'll find a hidden talent you never knew existed, or perhaps you'll just find yourself moving more joyfully through the world. Who knows? A tutu could spark a lifetime of fun, happiness and amazing adventures, just like the one Iām sharing with you all.
This week was a constant reminder to seize those extraordinary moments and find a bit of ballet magic wherever you can, from the garden of a Chingford cottage to the wide-open spaces of Derbyshire countryside. And, of course, in a lovely pink tutu!
Until next time, stay bubbly and keep dancing!
Your Tutu-loving friend, Emma
