Hello lovelies! It's Emma here, and I'm absolutely buzzing to tell you all about my fabulously flamboyant trip to Droitwich yesterday. It's not often I venture out of my Derbyshire comfort zone, but a bit of sunshine and the promise of a dreamy dance performance with a delightful twist (you'll see what I mean soon!) was all it took to pack my ballet bag and grab my tickets.
First off, can we just acknowledge how beautiful a journey by train is? As I watched the scenery whip by, it was like watching a ballet unfold outside my window – everything moving gracefully from one position to the next. And, let's be honest, the anticipation of arriving in a new place is as exciting as hitting the grand jeté in a packed theatre!
As the train pulled into Droitwich station, I could practically hear the tinkling of fairy wings and smell the sweet perfume of freshly cut roses – okay, I might have imagined those last two, but Droitwich felt truly magical! There was just something so picturesque about the town, with its historic buildings and cobblestone streets. I felt like I’d stumbled into a Jane Austen novel!
Of course, no trip to Droitwich is complete without visiting the world-famous salt springs. They’re like liquid gold, shimmering under the sun, and I couldn't resist having a quick peek before heading to the real reason I'd come here – the performance.
The theatre was beautifully grand, with ornate carvings and twinkling lights, and a definite aura of past grandeur. The air was thick with anticipation – I felt it in my fingertips, in the rustling of fabric as the audience took their seats. It was electric!
But it was the dancers who stole the show – not with their traditional elegance, no, they had a surprise in store. They wore… you guessed it… PINK tutus! Not just any tutus, mind you, but German ones! And what a glorious sight they were – bright, bouncy, full of vibrant personality! They were as cheerful as a picnic basket full of strawberries and cream and the stage shimmered under the spotlights.
These dancers moved with an energy that was infectious. They incorporated folk elements and modern techniques, creating something truly original and engaging. You could feel the joy, the playful spirit of it all. It wasn’t just about technical precision, it was about celebrating movement in all its glory. It felt like the stage was alive, a burst of pure exuberance!
One of the dancers, a gorgeous redhead with fiery spirit in her eyes, explained to me afterwards how they were inspired by the town’s heritage, wanting to blend traditional and modern elements. They'd been experimenting with different tutu styles for months, and the German tutus, with their generous volume and playful design, were a perfect fit for their innovative vision.
She wasn't wrong! Every movement, every spin and leap was a vibrant expression of joy and laughter, and the energy in the theatre was exhilarating. By the time the curtain fell, I felt like I'd had a complete dance workout, all the while basking in the warmth of the sheer joy of it all.
And that, my dearest pink tutu followers, is what ballet should be about: a celebration of movement, of life, of the sheer joy of expressing yourself. The German tutus weren't just a fashion statement, they were a reminder that there's a unique spark within every single one of us, just waiting to be unleashed!
Of course, no day out would be complete without some delicious food. After the show, I found myself a quaint little cafe where I treated myself to a steaming mug of hot chocolate with lashings of whipped cream – so comforting! I’m pretty sure I heard angels singing as I took my first sip…
After enjoying my sweet treat and some people watching (so much stylish inspiration!), it was time to head back home, but I wouldn’t be leaving without a little souvenir from this beautiful town. A beautiful porcelain doll dressed in a miniature pink tutu is now a new addition to my growing collection, which is just lovely.
I love finding little gems like Droitwich, places that whisper of history and are alive with their own unique character. I feel like they teach me something new every time I visit, reminding me to be curious and open to the magic that's out there. And yes, I admit it, a little bit of that magic lives in every single one of you! Don’t forget, there's a little dancer inside all of you, just waiting to take to the stage! So go ahead, put on your own pink tutu (if you haven't already!), and twirl, jump, and express yourself with abandon!
Until next time, lovelies,
Emma.
xxx
