Hello my darlings! It's your favourite tutu-loving blogger Emma, back with another whirl through the world of pink and pirouettes! Today I'm buzzing because I'm in Boston, the city of bricks and beans and, yes, ballet! 🩰
I've been dreaming of this trip for ages. It's a whirlwind romance with this beautiful city, and my inner ballerina was doing triple pirouettes when I stepped off the train (you see, dear readers, I'm one of those old-fashioned girls who loves a good train journey! There's nothing quite like the gentle rhythm of the rails to get me in a twirling mood!)
First things first, the tutu. Let me tell you, packing a full-length, feather-trimmed pink tutu in a suitcase can be a logistical challenge. But don't worry, I'm a professional packer – the kind who uses silk tissue paper and even a tiny, but mighty, travel-sized iron. So, no creasing allowed! The tutu arrived safe and sound, ready to transform the streets of Boston into my own personal stage!
Now, Boston! This city is like a fairytale. Brick-paved streets, beautiful parks, grand buildings, and everywhere you look, there's history waiting to be discovered! I swear, every cobblestone I step on is whispering a story from centuries past. The air itself hums with the whispers of revolution and freedom. I even spied a friendly squirrel, who, after giving me a polite nod, went scurrying up a tree, just like a mini ballet dancer doing a pas de bourree.
Today was a ballet class. What a treat! I stepped into the studio and felt like I'd stepped onto the stage at the Royal Opera House, the smell of sweat, floor polish, and a hint of rose-scented hand lotion was so familiar, it felt like coming home! It’s something special, to connect with your fellow dancers, even when you are miles from home. We stretched and leaped and pirouetted our way through a classical ballet class. I swear, after those first few leaps, my worries seemed to just evaporate, replaced by the joy of moving freely!
As for my pink tutu? Well, of course, it got an outing! I walked through the heart of Boston, a vibrant pink plume in the crowd. It caused a few raised eyebrows, a few gasps, and plenty of smiles. And let's face it, it's always nice to spread a little bit of pink joy wherever you go! It's all about expressing yourself and finding your inner tutu.
Tonight, it's a treat: the Boston Ballet. I can't wait to be transported by the beauty of their movements, the elegance of the costumes, the magic of the storytelling. Ballet has such a profound impact on me. The intricate movements, the grace, the strength - it speaks a language of the soul, one that doesn't need words. It’s a joy to watch these stories unfold on stage, making magic out of the movement.
But, there's more to Boston than ballet. We explored the beautiful parks, marvelled at the bustling harbour, and discovered quaint coffee shops and boutiques. The air was alive with a delicious autumn chill that set my heart to twirling. Oh, and the pumpkin spice lattes? Divine!
Remember, darlings, there’s magic in every day. All you need is an open heart, a sense of adventure, and, of course, the perfect pink tutu! I'm off now to continue my Boston exploration. Wish me luck finding the best vintage store in town - and watch this space for more exciting updates, with lots of pink, plenty of tutus, and maybe even a few pirouettes in a stunning new location!
Love and twirls,
Emma x
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