Hello my lovelies!
Itâs Emma here, your resident tutu-enthusiast, writing to you from the lovely, quaint town of Newbury. I just had the most magical day, filled with fluffy pancakes, prancing ponies, and oh, of course, a dash of ballet!
You see, my dearest readers, a good friend of mine had a birthday to celebrate. This wouldnât normally warrant a post, but the occasion was more special than most â she's a real-life princess, and what better way to celebrate than with a trip to Newbury for the Newbury Racecourse?! The only problem was â I had nothing to wear. (Don't worry, Iâll spare you the panicky moment of a ballet-lover without her tutu.) But wait, my darlings â my amazing sister (who, of course, shares my love for all things fluffy and pink) came to the rescue. A little bit of tulle and a lot of love, and voila! â a bespoke pancake tutu fit for a Queen! You know how I feel about matching outfits for every occasion, but this one took the biscuit (or should I say, pancake? Ha!).
The morning started like most: I was up before the birds (which, if you know anything about the early bird and its worm, means I'm always hungry!), but today it was for a breakfast feast of, yes you guessed it, pancakes. But not just any old pancakes, dear readers, these were pink! It seems that nothing is off-limits when it comes to embracing the pinkness of life. (I'll spare you the photos of the pink and glittery breakfast scene, although letâs just say there was some pink juice and fairy dust sprinkled over it all).
Ready to go, my sister and I piled into her car (oh how I love a good road trip!), a tiny slice of pink heaven (yes, it had a fluffy, pink pompom air freshener, darling!). Our journey was filled with sunshine and the chirping of birds. (Honestly, everything seems just a little bit brighter when you're rocking a pink tutu. Or maybe it's the pink spectacles Iâm wearing.) We cruised into Newbury â my love for a small market town knows no bounds â and before you knew it, we were at the racetrack, surrounded by horses. My darlings, I absolutely adore these beautiful creatures! (Don't get me wrong, I still think ballet is the most beautiful form of dance and graceful activity out there, but it doesnât take away from my love for these magnificent creatures.) They look like they just come straight out of a fairytale! So graceful, so majesticâŚand those legs, oh those elegant legs! I couldnât help myself. I practically had a mini-ballet recital in the middle of the racecourse â luckily it was between races and there were no grumpy racehorses watching me. (Oh, imagine the scene! It wouldâve made it on the front page of all the national newspapersâŚat least, it wouldâve if the headline was âLady in a pink tutu entertains the ponies!â It does have a nice ring to it, donât you think? I know, I knowâŚthe pink tutu has got to meâŚ)
Iâm always up for an adventure, and there was just so much to see, do and explore. Newbury Racecourse â how utterly lovely! It felt like a scene straight out of a vintage novel. A true testament to our English countryside heritage! But there was still something missingâŚOh, how I love ballet! Even with the incredible energy from the races, it still seemed like something was amiss, just missing that special je ne sais quoi. But there it wasâŚdancing through my mindâŚlike a little ballet angel⌠the Newbury Corn Exchange⌠a place of art and dance, culture and beautyâŚa place where dreams could be danced out! And wouldnât you know it, it had an open mic night that evening, with a performance of Swan Lake. Oh how I love Swan Lake! You see, this was destiny, this was meant to be! The world was telling me to dance! And I would not disappoint my beloved readers! After our racecourse revelry, my sister and I set off for the theatre.
But darling readers, life isn't all perfect, it doesnât always run like a graceful waltz...my outfit had to face a new challenge. Would a pancake tutu fit the tone of a ballet performance? What if the theatre crowd frowned on my playful tutu-ness? Well, my dears, my fears were unfounded. I couldnât have felt more welcomed by the theatre. And my tutu, oh it was such a delight. I mean, isnât it always nice to spread a little sweetness in a room full of serious ballet enthusiasts? It seemed everyone, and I do mean everyone, fell head-over-heels for it. (After all, who wouldnât?) Oh, but donât get me wrong, it was still Swan Lake, a true ballet classic with a magnificent ensemble. Iâm still dancing in my mind from watching these beautiful creatures move. I could just sit there and watch for hours. I canât think of anything I love more in the whole worldâŚother than wearing a pink tutu, that is! But we donât need to discuss that. You know how I love a classic. (Just like how a true, pink-loving, ballerina canât go out without wearing a pink tutu).
By the time I finally boarded the train home, the last carriage (oh how I love travelling by train! Just me, my tutu and my adventures!), I had truly indulged in a whole day of ballet beauty and fluffy pancake delights! I had been on a magical journey full of racing ponies, graceful swans, and a tutu to rival them all! As I sat by the window and watched the sun setting, painting the countryside in hues of orange and purple, I had to remind myself that I really should put my feet up. That little voice was right. After all, a ballerina can't perform every day without resting!
But tomorrow's a new day⌠And as I look forward to what adventures the new day brings, thereâs only one thing I can think about â a pink tutu in a pink world. A world where everyone can find a tutu for any occasion!
Until next time, my darlings. May your tutus be as bright and as joyful as a sunrise.
Yours in Pink,
Emma.
www.pink-tutu.com
