Hello my darling dears! 🩰💕
It's Emma here, your pink-loving, tutu-touting ballerina extraordinaire, writing to you from the depths of Derbyshire... well, actually I'm on my way to Basildon, but we'll get to that later!
This is my 4,154th post, can you believe it? I never thought when I started this blog that I'd reach this many! You lovely lot have really helped my journey with this crazy dream of mine: encouraging everyone to slip on a pink tutu and get their twirl on! (Did you know, my little sister Charlotte wore a tutu to school for her birthday last week? Told you, I'm a force of nature!)
Speaking of journeys, have you ever travelled by train with a very narrow, very sparkly tutu? Because, darling, that was me this morning! I'd just finished my usual morning barre work, all the muscles stretched and ready, when I remembered that this was the day I was off to see "The Nutcracker" in Basildon. And, of course, every self-respecting ballerina knows you HAVE to have your special show tutu, especially if it's as stunningly pink and fluffy as this one. Now, the problem was, it's narrow. Like, VERY narrow. The kind of tutu that even a slender fairy would need a second opinion on getting into.
Thankfully, I have the patience of a saint (or perhaps a really dedicated ballerina) because after much squeezing, stretching, and a slight panic (and by slight panic, I mean major panicked sweating), I was ready to conquer the train tracks. Honestly, darling, you'd think I was attempting to scale Mount Everest.
But I made it! (And without a single snag in the tutu, a miracle considering its dimensions.) As I watched the green hills of Derbyshire slowly slip by, my head filled with images of Sugar Plum Fairies and Clara’s magical adventures.
A fellow ballerina in my carriage spotted my tulle triumph and complimented my pink perfection. We started chatting about the beauty of ballet, and you wouldn't believe it, she'd never seen "The Nutcracker"! It warmed my heart, my dear! We talked about the wonder of the show, and how even with all the snow, sugar plum fairies and magical toys, it's the heart of the ballet that stays with you long after the curtain falls.
It was as if fate had aligned the stars to allow me to share this amazing performance with someone who was as enthusiastic about it as I was.
The journey flew by – and no, I'm not exaggerating, that's actually the truth! I was so absorbed in my daydreams and tutu-filled joy.
And as I stepped off the train at Basildon, the excitement was practically bubbling out of me! The air was alive with the promise of the show, the smell of buttery popcorn lingered in the air, and I couldn't wait to immerse myself in the story and the magic of "The Nutcracker."
I even had a tiny adventure on the way to the theater, a beautiful, fluffy grey horse decided it needed a bit of a cuddle. It’s the little things, darlings. A touch of unexpected magic in a seemingly ordinary day. I told you I love wildlife, I find it truly inspirational. It makes you realize that even the smallest creatures have something wonderful to teach us, and that there’s beauty everywhere if you just take the time to look.
Speaking of magical things, the ballet performance was, well, simply divine. The Nutcracker Prince looked positively dashing, his movements were fluid and elegant, and his dancing brought a smile to my face. The Snowflakes, ethereal and graceful, danced on air, swirling and pirouetteing with an enchanting beauty.
Then came the Sugar Plum Fairy. The moment her music began, the air around me shimmered with sugar and light. It was truly a vision to behold! Every leap, every turn, told a story of sweetness, delight and joy. The whole audience was captivated, spellbound by the magic unfolding before their very eyes. I found myself humming along, lost in the moment. It was absolutely spectacular!
So here I am, darling, still glowing with the beauty and magic of a truly memorable day. Now, I know you're probably wondering how a ballerina gets a very narrow, very sparkly tutu back into her tiny carry-on bag. Well, it involved a LOT of folding and strategic shoving, some nervous prayers to the ballet gods, and maybe a little magic.
As I settle back into my journey, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and gratitude for all the small wonders that made this day so special: a journey by train, a glimpse of beauty in wildlife, a captivating ballet performance, and most of all, the opportunity to share this amazing experience with fellow tutu-lovers like you.
Keep your tutus twirling and your hearts open to magic, my darling dears!
And as always, remember, the best things in life come with a sprinkle of pink sparkle!
With love,
Emma 💕
