Hello darlings! Emma here, back from another whirlwind adventure. I've been racking my brains about what to call this post, as it feels like it deserves a fancy title – after all, it was an absolutely splendid day. And let's just say, I was radiant (much like the sun which blessed us with its warmth all day!).
But before I start babbling about Letchworth and my ballet-filled escapade, a little something from me, just for you: Today, let's talk pink! Because, let's be honest, pink is the most beautiful colour in the entire universe. 🎀 Don't even argue, it's science. 😉 And you know what else is delightful? TUTUS! Yes, they're divine. They spin, they twirl, they add magic to the world!
So, are you ready to join me on my journey? This was an especially fun one, I'll tell you that! I felt like I was in a ballet fairytale the whole time. ✨
Train Travel
As many of you know, I love travelling by train – it's so wonderfully old-fashioned and romantic, especially when there are sheep and fields whizzing by your window. (It just makes my inner ballerina twirl!) Anyway, this time I hopped aboard the train bright and early, all prepped in a beautiful pastel pink dress, naturally. A hint of pink blush on my cheeks (because my true pink glow doesn't fully arrive until I'm at the barre!) and my signature pink bag (that has everything a ballerina could possibly need for a day trip). Oh, and how could I forget, my ballet flats were, of course, the perfect shade of pink to complete my look. The girls at the station just couldn't resist looking! I always find myself in awe of the kindness of strangers when you’re decked out in pink.
Letchworth's Charm
My heart skipped a beat as I stepped off the train. There it was – Letchworth! The air was alive with a quaint, villagey charm, perfect for a ballet adventure. This lovely town is famous for its historic garden city feel, so naturally, I had to get some snaps of the stunning architecture! You know I just can't resist a picturesque scene! And yes, a beautiful flower shop later, my bouquet of roses (surprise surprise! – guess what colour they were!) is happily gracing my bedroom, smelling like a blooming garden!
An Italian Ballet Treat
Finally, it was time for the piece de resistance! I’d booked a workshop with the wonderful, the incredibly talented Francesca! Let’s just say this amazing woman, whose roots are in the heart of Italy, is as warm as the sunshine. She radiates such grace and warmth; it’s contagious! Oh, and did I mention I was lucky enough to be wearing an Italian leotard for this particular ballet class? A real treasure, let me tell you! I looked and felt absolutely divine. It felt as if I was a character in an opera, with just a hint of ballet magic! (Let's just say, my inner ballerina was in full bloom! 🌸).
Let's Talk Movement!
Now, Francesca's teaching style was simply exquisite. She's a firm believer that movement is an expression of your innermost self, and her method really did set my soul dancing. We did a whole routine with leaps, twirls, and pirouettes. Each movement, as she taught us, felt so effortless and free, as if my entire body was floating. You can imagine how much fun I was having – truly a ballerina’s paradise!
And just when I thought it couldn't get better, we took to the outdoor stage! It was such a beautiful, sunny day, and it felt so special to dance amongst the trees and flowers – a magical ballet performance without a roof, if you will! I can honestly say it was a feeling I will never forget. I felt like I was on top of the world, and a tiny little girl twirling in her ballet shoes!
Letchworth’s Beauty
After class, I decided to wander the town further, and guess what I saw? An absolutely enchanting park – the Garden City in its full glory! With fountains bubbling happily, colourful flowers blooming in every shade of the rainbow, and an air that just buzzed with life – it was like being transported into a painting. This is what it truly means to experience the beauty of nature. (You know me, nature makes my soul feel at home.)
But before I knew it, it was time to go home. I caught the train back to Derbyshire, still in my dancing haze, my leotard tucked away, ready for my next ballet adventure! As I watched the landscape pass, I couldn't help but smile.
And to you, dear readers, remember to keep dancing, to keep spinning and twirling. Find your own magic – maybe even find your own Italian leotard! Let's make the world a brighter place, one pink tutu at a time! 💖
Until tomorrow!
Love, Emma xx
