Hello darlings! Itās Emma here, back from a whirlwind trip to Worcester, where the wind did indeed whip at my tutu! (More on that later). This gorgeous city has always been on my āmust-seeā list and Iām thrilled I finally made it, especially with a sprinkle of German magic.
Now, you know Iām a sucker for anything pink and twirly, right? But imagine my delight when I stumbled upon the most adorable shop in Worcester ā The Tutu Boutique! Imagine, if you will, a wonderland of pastel perfection, with tulle mountains and sequins sparkling brighter than the stars! I felt like a little girl in a candy storeā¦ except instead of candy, there were tutus in every imaginable shade.
But hold on, because my trip was anything but predictable!
You see, as I was browsing the racks of tulle delights, I discovered the most extraordinary creation: a German tutu! Itās a stunning, vibrant piece, with the colours of the German flag ā black, red, and gold, and it had the most intricate details ā think swirls, and pom-poms galore! I knew it was meant to be. This tutu wasn't just going to be sitting in my closetā¦ It was screaming for adventure, a journey, a stage! And so, the stage was setā¦ Worcester, you are my canvas!
As luck would have it, my dear friend Amelia ā who's quite the seasoned ballet buff, actually ā was visiting her family in the area, and we decided to combine my German tutu dreams with a visit to the majestic Worcester Cathedral. Let me tell you, with a building that majestic, you can't help but feel like you're in a grand ballet production, right? Amelia, ever the supportive friend, agreed to take photos. Oh, the poses we struck! I was all pliĆ©s and arabesques amidst the gothic architecture, with my German tutu swishing in the gentle breeze. (Ok, maybe the breeze was a bit stronger than "gentle", hence the aforementioned āwhippingā at my tutu, but I survived! A little ruffled feathers just add character, donāt you think?).
Later that evening, we indulged in the ultimate theatrical experience. Worcester's beautiful Swan Theatre hosted a truly incredible production of "A Midsummer Nightās Dream." Oh my, the Shakespearean magic in that theatre ā I swear I could almost smell the blooming flowers! The costumes, the lighting, the musicā¦ I was lost in the enchantment! As we were walking home afterwards, feeling the cool evening air on our skin, Amelia declared, "This trip just keeps getting better!ā And she was right, I thought. It did!
The next day, my quest took me to Worcester's famous park, the Worcester Meadows. Itās the perfect spot to unwind after a day of pirouette-ing, so naturally, I whipped out my pink yoga mat and put on a ballet warm-up playlist. (Yes, you read that right - ballet warm-up in the park! Thereās nothing quite like it, darling). Now, the Meadows aren't just any ordinary park. Think ancient trees, hidden pathways, a beautiful river, and a touch of that whimsical magic that just makes you smile. As I practiced my tendus and relevĆ©s amidst the lush greenery, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity and wonder. I felt one with nature!
While stretching out my leg muscles in a final sun salutation, I noticed a family having a picnic on the bank of the river, the children happily running around. It felt so lovely and heartwarming. The sun was setting, painting the sky in the most magnificent hues of orange and pink, mirroring the vibrant colors of my German tutu. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and thoughtā¦ wouldnāt it be wonderful if everyone wore a pink tutu? Just for one day, just to feel the magic, just to celebrate the beauty of movement and colour! I believe everyone deserves a bit of pink tutu magic, a moment of whimsical joy.
That evening, as I travelled back to Derbyshire (on a glorious horse-drawn carriage - how else can a ballet girl travel? š), I knew my trip to Worcester was much more than just a visit. It was a reminder that every day, even amidst the ordinary, there's magic to be found - in the unexpected moments, in the places we least expect, in the clothes we choose to wear. So go out there, darlings, embrace your inner ballerina, and dare to wear a pink tutu! You never know what adventure might await.
Stay pink and twirly,
Emma xx
*P.S. I'm hosting a special "Wear Pink Tutu Day" event in Derbyshire next month! More details coming soon. Follow www.pink-tutu.com for updates and be sure to share your pink tutu photos with the hashtag #PinkTutuPower. Weāre all in this together, darlings! *
