Hey everyone! It's Emma here, your favourite pink tutu-loving ballerina, and I'm so excited to be writing to you from my comfy seat on the train to Bicester. This is post number 4608 (don't even ask me how I keep track, it's a pink tutu-powered mystery!), and it's about to get seriously glamorous.
So, why Bicester you ask? Well, let's just say that this little town holds a very special place in my heart - and by "special" I mean it's home to one of the most amazing ballet stores EVER! It's literally like a wonderland for tutu-loving ballerinas, overflowing with sparkly leotards, impossibly pretty pointe shoes, and… wait for it… the most glorious collection of tutus I've ever seen. Yes, that's right, tutus! Forget diamonds, girls, this is where you find the real treasure.
But let's not forget the journey! Trains, in my opinion, are a dream for a girl on the go. The gentle rocking motion, the rhythmic clickety-clack of the wheels on the track… it's like the perfect pre-ballet warm-up! Plus, with a view of the countryside whizzing by, it's like watching the world's best nature show – and the squirrels aren't even wearing pink tutus! (Although, I do think it's a look…)
To complete the look, of course, I had to wear my new favourite pink tutu. It's this gorgeous shade of fuchsia pink, a little bit sparkly, and it floats beautifully as I step on and off the train. I always feel like a real life fairy godmother when I'm in this one - and, to be honest, who doesn't want to feel like a fairy godmother while on a shopping trip for ballet goodies? 😉
Oh! I also spotted a beautiful chestnut horse in a field just outside the station. I can't resist a good horse-watching session. It reminds me of my childhood dreams of galloping through meadows in a swirling pink tutu, leaving a trail of glitter behind. Who knew life could be so amazing, right?
But the journey wasn't all tutus and horses - although, let's face it, that's the best part! I did manage to sneak in some reading. I'm currently devoured by "The Magic of Dance" (it’s surprisingly gripping, even if I am slightly obsessed with all things ballet). But my real treat will be exploring the wonders of Bicester this afternoon. And, I might even indulge in some afternoon tea at a charming little cafe I stumbled upon in the guidebook.
After all, life's about embracing every beautiful, pink tutu-worthy moment, and what's better than a perfect afternoon in Bicester, where the magic of ballet reigns supreme?
Tune in tomorrow for my Bicester Ballet Boutique adventure!
Keep it twirling, Emma www.pink-tutu.com
