"Darling, letās go to the ballet!"
I can practically hear my inner voice whispering this as I gaze out the train window, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy. I'm heading to the Big Apple ā the city that never sleeps ā for a week of ballet immersion. This is no ordinary trip; it's an adventure steeped in tutus, twirls, and, of course, plenty of pink.
This little Derbyshire girl has a grand vision, you see. A world where everyone rocks a pink tutu and dances like nobody's watching. Itās my mission, my raison d'ĆŖtre. And NYC is the perfect setting to inspire that.
Oh, the joy of being on a train journey! It's like a magical moving castle where you can switch off the real world for a while. And you know what I love best about a train journey? Well, besides the ever-so-slightly questionable aroma of fish and chips from the carriage down (you know how British we are!), I get to revel in my travelling outfit.
Think elegant and comfortable, darlings! I'm rocking my brand-new lavender-pink tweed coat, complete with a faux-fur collar. A perfect mix of classic chic and travel-friendly. Of course, the outfit is punctuated with a vibrant pink satin ballerina bag (because a tutu needs its own designated travel vessel). My trusty leopard print ankle boots with their bouncy chunky heels complete the look, providing a splash of playful sophistication to the entire ensemble.
It's a classic outfit choice for the Emma of Pink Tutu Travels! You'll often see me embracing a mix of vintage and modern trends ā my love for a good, feminine, and fabulous outfit knows no bounds!
Anyway, Iāve been indulging in some āme timeā on the journey. My little notebook, which youāve probably seen gracing these very blog posts countless times, has been diligently filled with to-do lists, fashion musings, and, naturally, my favourite pink tutu-related daydreams.
I can almost taste the vibrant atmosphere of Lincoln Center. Can you picture it, dear readers? The gilded chandeliers illuminating a sea of smiling faces in elegant attire. A whirlwind of pirouettes, graceful leaps, and captivating stories brought to life through movement. Ah, itās already happening in my mind, and I canāt wait to experience it for real!
Before I can let myself be swept away completely, the train announces our arrival in New York. As I step onto the platform, the hum of the city buzzes around me, vibrant and electric. It's an invigorating rush, the kind that makes you want to spin and twirl, embracing the energy of a new adventure.
My taxi journey from Penn Station is a whirlwind of honking horns, streetlights, and yellow cabs. Everything here feels larger, brighter, faster ā a contrast to the tranquil pace of Derbyshire countryside, but somehow intoxicatingly beautiful. It reminds me of the time I went horseback riding in Yellowstone National Park; that exhilarating mix of adrenaline and excitement!
Itās a feeling that mirrors my love for ballet ā that captivating blend of grace and strength, vulnerability and power. Thereās no other art form that speaks to me so deeply, and itās a feeling that fuels my own artistic pursuits. It's this powerful urge that I hope to share with everyone! My blog is just a small stepping stone to inspire a world full of pink tutu-wearing ballet dancers.
Okay, so I'm at my hotel, a chic, modern spot just a few blocks from the Lincoln Center. As I unpack my bags, I'm greeted by a stunning view of Central Park. The greenery, punctuated by the glittering skyline, makes me feel like I'm starring in a movie, or perhaps a musical ā with a ballet scene, of course!
Iām indulging in my passion for all things girly, because why not? My hotel suite feels like a little oasis, bursting with femininity. Iām enjoying my current obsession ā an amethyst-coloured lace nightgown, adorned with delicate sequins. My bathroom is adorned with a fragrant bath bomb (a perfect indulgence after the train journey!) ā just because, why not be a princess for a day! The best bit? Thereās even a cute fluffy robe. Just the perfect touch for the ultimate girly sleepover experience.
This is the perfect place to write my blog. Tomorrow, my first ballet adventure ā an evening of captivating artistry and graceful beauty at the New York City Ballet. Iām hoping for a gala night with incredible ballerinas in glorious tutus. And maybe a backstage encounter with a beautiful swan lake or Sleeping Beauty performanceā¦ I can dream, can't I?
Now, dear readers, you'll need to excuse me, as I've got some wardrobe choices to make! (Think a shimmering pink satin number for the first night) - I'm heading to Lincoln Center. But before I go, remember my message: Spread the pink tutu love! Dance like nobody's watching, embrace your inner ballerina, and don't be afraid to sparkle. It's a tutu-licious world out there!
Stay tuned for more Pink Tutu Travel adventures, darling. The ballet-themed adventure is only just beginningā¦
Emma xoxo
