Hello my darlings! It's Emma here, back with another pink-tastic blog post from yours truly, and boy, am I excited! Today I'm writing to you from the charming city of Wolverhampton, having just travelled there by train. There's something so utterly romantic about taking a journey on the railways - the gentle chugging, the rhythmic clicking of the wheels, and the views whizzing by like a ballet performance of its own!
Speaking of performances, my visit to Wolverhampton was all about the divine art of dance. This city has a vibrant and energetic scene, with so many exciting venues showcasing the best of ballet. Tonight, I'm taking in a dazzling show at the Grand Theatre. I've been looking forward to this one for ages, and let's just say, my tutu is ready! It's a delightful, sparkly number that I found tucked away in a little boutique on my way here. Don't you just love it when you discover something truly special?
It’s no secret that I adore a good tutu! I mean, how can you not, when they're like edible clouds, shimmering with tulle and twirling around your legs in perfect harmony with every move? I even made my own little corner at my flat dedicated to tutu collection – a tutu museum if you will, where each piece represents a different stage in my journey as a dancer.
And what a journey it's been! I always loved dance. It's in my blood. But I didn't get into ballet until my teens. Can you believe it? I actually discovered it thanks to my grandma. She'd always been a big ballet fan and insisted on taking me to a show at the Derby Theatre, you know, just the other side of my home county! We were completely mesmerized. I saw the beauty and the power of it, the way the dancers commanded the stage with such grace and emotion. From that moment, I knew it was what I wanted to do. I just had to twirl my way to the dance floor!
Of course, it hasn’t all been rainbows and tutus! Training can be demanding, grueling even. There have been times when I felt like I just wanted to chuck my pointe shoes out the window. But whenever I think about giving up, I remember why I started – the pure joy, the artistry, and the magic that ballet creates. Plus, every dancer needs their support team – mine is an amazing group of girlfriends. We have ballet dates every Saturday afternoon in Sheffield and the Derbyshire Dales – usually to a local independent coffee shop and then the local studio. And don’t even get me started on the dress-up! Sometimes we’ve all gone for matching tutu’s! The only rules is everyone must be pink!
Speaking of pink, did you know that I'm on a mission to make pink the official colour of ballet? And even better, get everyone in a pink tutu at least once a month! (Maybe twice for a good dose of fun! 😜 ) It's all about bringing out the joy and playful side in everyone. Just imagine the world, filled with tutus and laughter. Imagine how much more colourful and beautiful our lives would be. Let’s make a pink-tutu revolution!
While I'm in Wolverhampton, I'm definitely going to check out some of the city's charming spots. I hear there's a gorgeous park called West Park, known for its stunning greenery and graceful lake. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll catch a glimpse of some swans gliding through the water. I simply adore these majestic creatures – they embody everything that I admire in ballet: elegance, grace, and a touch of playful whimsy.
Now, my lovelies, it's time to get ready for tonight's ballet show! But before I do, I want to know…what's your favourite shade of pink? And are you ready to embrace the world of ballet? Don't be shy, leave a comment below and let's get the conversation started. You can always reach me through the official Pink Tutu website, which you’ll find here - www.pink-tutu.com. It’s where I upload a new blog post every single day! Today’s post is number 4919 in case you want to search back.
Until next time, stay pink, stay happy, and stay twirling! 🩰💖
Your loving, tutu-wearing friend, Emma 💕
