Post #3372 | 26th September 2005 | www.pink-tutu.com
Oh, hello darlings! It's Emma here, reporting live from Northampton, where the wind is whispering tales of pancake tutus and the air is thick with the promise of a fabulous ballet adventure. Now, I know what you're thinking: Northampton? Isn't that a bit… well, ordinary?
But, my dears, you'd be surprised! Northampton has a certain charm, don't you think? It’s full of character, a bit like a cheeky, lovable character actor, if you will. And, trust me, I’m not saying this just because I'm en route to a fabulous ballet show. Northampton has won a special place in my heart (ahem, just after Derbyshire of course!). The town has a touch of magic, even if it's just the magic of that wonderful, old world kind, you know what I mean? A bit like a warm cup of tea and a slice of your favourite Victoria sponge on a chilly afternoon!
This particular journey had a touch of whimsy, wouldn’t you say? Instead of catching the train (oh how I adore the journey by train!) I decided to give myself a little treat. A trip by horse, ladies and gents, a horse! Yes, you heard right. I practically galloped all the way here on a rather handsome steed. It was a rather grand, quite majestic, and rather pink, steed! (I had to, you see! Every travel experience should have at least one touch of pink.)
You know how I love to incorporate the beauty of the outdoors into my daily life! The horse journey, or "gallop," was just fantastic! We zoomed through the English countryside. I could feel the sun warming my cheeks and the wind in my hair, truly breathtaking, you know? I even spotted a pair of mischievous rabbits bounding through the long grass, such cute little bunnies! Of course, I wouldn’t have missed this journey without my fabulous tutu – today, I’m sporting a lovely pancake tutu, adorned with dainty pink lace. Absolutely divine! You should have seen the surprised looks of those who witnessed my passing! Oh, it was a dream come true – even the ducks in the ponds gave a cheery quacks, so elegant and happy to see my magnificent tutu swirling in the breeze!
We eventually reached the historic centre of Northampton (well, maybe it wasn't quite a gallop the entire way! You wouldn't believe the amount of traffic in the outskirts of Northampton, even in the middle of the day! Such a tangle of metal horses! 😜)
You know what, ladies? Sometimes the best moments happen when you’re completely unprepared for them, and that’s precisely what happened next! We wandered past a cute little shop with a sign proclaiming "The Northampton Tutu Emporium" on the window. Can you imagine my delight! I practically had to grab the shop door handle and burst through it, that’s how ecstatic I was!
Now, this was no ordinary shop, dearie. It was filled to the brim with all things tutu, my heart did skip a beat! They even had some divine vintage numbers – an absolutely fabulous 1950s lilac creation and even a sequined number from the early 60s – I simply had to try them all on, but there was no time, dearie, the show awaited! And what a show it was, let me tell you. It was at a beautiful little theatre that had that beautiful vintage feel to it. Imagine, grand velvet seating and gorgeous red chandeliers… sigh… Just divine! The performance was just exquisite; I even shed a few happy tears. Ballet is so emotional! The dancers were all so graceful and agile; they flew across the stage like feathers carried on a summer breeze! I swear, there wasn't a single moment where I wasn't mesmerised! The show had a very captivating story - something about love and adventure with a dash of whimsical magic! And who can resist a dash of magic, especially when presented in such a magnificent ballet, hmm?
It truly made me believe that even the simplest town can be a home to breathtaking beauty, much like the world of ballet itself! I know this is perhaps not everyone's cup of tea, you see, but just because you haven't fallen head over heels in love with ballet yet doesn’t mean that it isn’t out there waiting for you! And wouldn't that be divine, darling? I can see it all now. The entire world dancing a pink tutu, a dazzling vision of pink ballet bliss! Imagine the smiles and the joy - it would truly be magnificent, my darling, magnificent!
Of course, my little trip wasn’t just about ballet. This little town really took my heart with its cute little streets and its historical charm. It had something for every one. Imagine - a traditional bakery offering heavenly scones and delicious, creamy cakes, an independent bookshop brimming with inspiring stories, and a quaint little antiques store with quirky treasures!
I loved strolling along the streets in the fading evening sunlight, oh the glow on those beautiful cobblestones! My tutu made everyone smile. Why wouldn't it? We can always find the beauty in even the simplest things.
Later that evening, I felt my soul getting a little bit of peace as I walked by a local pub, hearing the joyous music spill out onto the streets, laughter echoing in the air. It’s times like these I realize that there's more to life than just following trends, my dear. You see, I don’t wear my pink tutu just because it’s fashionable (it’s pretty much the best look in the world! Don’t you agree?!) but because it reminds me to be myself. To be proud and to celebrate the wonder of this fabulous, quirky, beautiful world!
Northampton, with its own unique beauty and gentle, almost secret magic, left an imprint on my heart, like a delicate pearl of happiness, gleaming and glowing amongst my many cherished memories. Now, before you ask - yes, I have added this wonderful town to my "must-visit again" list, a very, very long list indeed. My next post will have an update on how I think everyone in the world could wear a pink tutu, but shush, it’s a secret until next time! 🤫
So much love and bows,
Emma xx
