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#TutuBlog 2005-09-29 in Solihull with a german tutu.

Solihull, Here I Come! (Post #3375)

Oh, my darlings, I simply can't contain myself! The excitement is bubbling over like a champagne flute left unattended on a dance floor. You know what that means, don't you? It means it's time for another Emma-licious adventure, and this time I'm venturing into the heart of Warwickshire, all the way to Solihull!

You know how much I adore travelling by train, don't you? I find the rhythm of the wheels a soothing, hypnotic melody that's practically made for dreaming up graceful pirouettes and effortless grand jetΓ©s. But even train journeys pale in comparison to the sheer joy of embarking on a ballet escapade. You see, my sweet little bunnies, Solihull is a haven for the arts. They've got a theatre! A theatre!! And in this grand hall, I'm finally going to witness the magnificent Nutcracker in all its Christmas-y glory.

This year, I've decided to do something rather special, just to make the trip even more glamorous: I'm going to wear my new tutu! And not just any tutu, darling, no no no. This is a very special one – a vibrant fuchsia number I've called my "German Tutu" for it's got a definite vintage, Teutonic feel. You know, those glorious frothy layers, that soft blush of a colour, the whisper of elegance just begging for a stage to dance upon... I can barely contain myself! I'm even planning on wearing a touch of shimmery eyeshadow and perhaps a feather boa for extra flair. (And let's not forget my trusty pink satchel – wouldn't dream of leaving it at home!).

Before I set off for the train station, I decided to spend the morning indulging in my beloved hobby – ballet class. Now, I wouldn't recommend this to just anyone. Ballet can be an incredibly demanding discipline – like a wild horse you have to train, coaxing it to move in perfect unison with you. It's about strength and grace, flexibility and poise, and all under the careful eye of a stern (but wonderful!) teacher. I love the feeling of pushing myself, of striving for that perfect pliΓ© or tendu. And it always puts me in the best mood. Even more so after I indulged in a little post-ballet coffee at my favourite Derbyshire cafe - you know the one, with the lovely owner and those delicious cream cakes!

Now, Solihull here I come! As soon as I reach my hotel, I'm going to unwind with a hot bubble bath and a glass of fizzy pink lemonade. Maybe I'll even practice some adagio exercises to warm up for the theatre tonight! This evening promises to be truly magical – I just know it. My anticipation is practically bursting out of me! Just picturing all the magnificent costumes, the orchestra's rich, sonorous music, the graceful movements... oh, the magic!

But you know what I love even more than the performance itself? That feeling of community, the shared love for ballet, and the utter joy that surrounds me when I walk into the theatre. I can practically hear it already, the whisper of excitement as the audience waits, the thunderous applause at the curtain call. Oh, it's just pure bliss.

The truth is, my darlings, ballet has become more than just a hobby for me; it's my lifestyle. And as much as I adore seeing it performed professionally, I also believe everyone can experience the magic of ballet. That's why I'm always encouraging you to try it.

Don't be shy! There's a whole world of pink tutus and flowing skirts just waiting for you to explore. You might even discover that your inner ballerina is just yearning to break free!

Of course, my journey wouldn't be complete without sharing the love for nature and all its magnificent creatures. Yesterday, on the way to ballet class, I spotted a delightful family of deer frolicking in the fields near my home. You know I can't resist a good wildlife encounter! Their grace, their silent movements... well, let's just say it inspired some wonderful arabesques!

Stay tuned for tomorrow's post where I'll spill all the details of my Nutcracker adventure in Solihull. Trust me, you won't want to miss it!

Much love,

Emma x

P.S. Have you found your inner ballerina yet? Share your own ballet adventures in the comments below. I'd love to hear them!

#TutuBlog 2005-09-29 in Solihull with a german tutu.