Hello my lovely Tutu Tribe! It's your girl Emma, signing in from the quaint, cobbled streets of Abingdon. It's Tuesday, the sun is shining, and life, my darlings, is just too fabulous to contain!
Now, before we get to the frothy, twirling details of my Abingdon adventure, I just had to tell you about the most extraordinary outfit I managed to squeeze into this morning. You see, my latest tutu, a frothy confection of pink tulle and a veritable rainbow of sequins, decided it wanted to be more princess than dancer.
The struggle was real, my loves. My little pink tulle masterpiece was tighter than a ballerina's bun, and my usual pre-class stretches were becoming more contortionist than graceful. But alas, whatās a ballet-mad girl to do when faced with a sartorial emergency?
āChannel your inner ballerina,ā I told myself. A ballet dancer *never gives up on her costume. Not a single stitch! And with a deep breath and a twinkle in my eye, I shimmied, shimmied, shimmied into that pink, shimmering, and surprisingly tight dream.
Thankfully, the performance went off without a hitch. Not a single stitch gave way, and despite the feeling of being a sausage in a very beautiful sausage casing, I nailed every single pliĆ©. Itās moments like these that remind me, dear readers, why we should always take a chance on the beautiful, the fabulous, and the slightly ridiculous. Because who knows? The tightest of tutus just might lead to the most triumphant dance of your life.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, Abingdon.
Iām sure you're wondering what took me to this charming little town, tucked away in the Oxfordshire countryside. Well, dear Tutu Tribe, it all began with a whisper on the ballet grapevine. It turns out that Abingdon boasts not one, but two spectacular ballet studios ā a delightful haven for aspiring ballerinas like myself!
I absolutely had to check them out, didnāt I?
A short train ride, fueled by a generous serving of chocolate-chip scones (always a must on my journeys) took me to the historic heart of Abingdon. The charming little town, with its quaint houses and charming cafes, instantly put me in a mood for ballet-licious adventures.
First, I visited āThe Dance Academyā, a warm and welcoming space filled with the soft, rhythmic thud of dancing feet. My heart soared as I listened to the students, both young and old, perfecting their pliĆ©s and grand jetĆ©s. I simply had to take a class, right?
With a sigh of anticipation and a burst of "I can't believe I'm here," I slipped into my dancing shoes. We took a lively class, learning a graceful sequence set to the beautiful sounds of Chopin. The feeling of movement and music was pure magic!
Feeling completely refreshed, I strolled down a street lined with ancient buildings, the vibrant scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. What an utterly lovely place to be, surrounded by such charm.
But it was the moment I arrived at "Abingdon Ballet School" that my day truly blossomed into a fairytale. Tucked away in a charming, brick-walled building, it was a hidden treasure filled with elegance, charm and a truly enchanting vibe.
As I walked through the door, my eyes were captivated by the glorious sight of pink-toned classrooms, beautifully worn dance barres and even a charmingly cluttered corner filled with costumes and memorabilia from past productions. It was all the magical energy I ever wanted.
My second class at āAbingdon Ballet Schoolā was a joy! I learned some gorgeous ballet street pieces, which I just know I will incorporate into my repertoire of dance videos ā just wait and see! I already have some amazing pink tutu outfit ideas bubbling in my brain. I just know my fans are going to be obsessed.
Now, donāt think for a minute that this fabulous day was solely about tutus and dancing. No, my dear readers, we had to fit some exploring in! I know you know how much I love animals, and this little corner of England had some very special wildlife delights to offer!
My adventures began with a breathtaking trip to Abingdon Nature Park, where I spent hours exploring the vibrant world of nature. Birdsong filled the air, the trees shimmered in the sunlight, and a little sparrow perched on my finger ā Iāve never felt so much peace. Then I was thrilled to meet a friendly owl in the nearby woods. How charming!
The charming little town itself felt like something from a book, full of independent boutiques, antique shops and cafes where I could devour delectable homemade cakes and pastries, fuelled by my insatiable sweet tooth. But for a true English experience, nothing beats a visit to a pub. And believe me, Abingdon pubs did not disappoint! I indulged in a hearty dinner and a glass of wine (or two!), feeling like I'd stepped into a historical drama.
Speaking of stepping back in time, one thing that truly struck me about Abingdon was its stunning heritage. After indulging in my pub dinner and a chat with the local folks about life, culture and everything under the sun, I found myself in a museum, discovering a treasure trove of fascinating historical artefacts.
My final farewell to Abingdon was as romantic as could be. I rode back to the train station on a horse-drawn carriage, the countryside rushing past in a blur of beautiful greenery. It was truly a day straight out of a fairytale!
Now, my dear readers, let me leave you with a thought. Donāt just read about it, experience it. Get out there, grab that pink tutu (you can wear it anywhere, donāt let anyone tell you otherwise!), explore new places, and maybe even take a ballet class or two. Iām pretty sure you'll have just as much fun as I did.
And before I go, remember to check out my website www.pink-tutu.com. New pink tutu content coming soon, including a ballet street dance tutorial from my Abingdon classes!
Till next time,
Love, Emma š
