Hello my lovely tutu-loving friends!
It's Emma here, ready to whisk you away on another whirl of a blog post. Today's adventure? Well, let me just tell you, it's a little bit different, a little bit whimsical, and a whole lot of pink.
Remember how I mentioned in yesterday's post that my Derbyshire heart was yearning for some train travel? Well, the good old steam engine has once again become my loyal steed. Today, we ventured into the heart of Scotland, all the way to the charming town of Rutherglen.
You know how much I adore finding a little gem of a town tucked away, filled with secrets and history. Rutherglen certainly fit the bill. This ancient place oozed charm with its cobbled streets and grand architecture. There were old, cosy looking pubs with little wooden benches and cute independent boutiques tucked around the corner. I found a sweet little store selling vintage china, which nearly tempted me to abandon my suitcase and start a new life in this lovely little town.
But of course, my little tutu-loving heart knew exactly where it needed to be...
The main reason I came to Rutherglen, my lovelies, was a little known yet oh-so-wonderful ballet performance that was taking place here today. You see, I have a slight obsession (okay, maybe it's not so slight) with finding the less known gems in the ballet world. Today, I was lucky enough to be experiencing the most unique production you could imagine - a "Ballet in a Bakery"!
Think about it - a stage constructed out of flour sacks, costumes crafted from sugar-coated fabric, and an orchestra made of a bunch of playful little birds, a family of baker's mice, and of course, a charming old French Bulldog who could have doubled for the conductor (he wagged his tail with a real gusto)!
What was this magnificent ballet, you might ask? It was all about pancakes. Itās called āFlipā, and its about the trials and tribulations of a young, feisty pancake who dared to dream beyond the breakfast plate. Think a bit like āMoulin Rougeā, but with lots of fluffy, buttered goodness! This was, hands down, the most bizarre and adorable ballet I've ever seen!
Iāll admit, there was a slight mishap where the stage lights went out during one of the most dramatic scenes. For a brief moment, the entire theatre fell into complete darkness, only for us all to erupt into uncontrollable giggles. The little "Pancake Prodigy" himself - the youngest ballet dancer in the show, who, believe it or not, was wearing a pancake tutu made out of real maple syrup-soaked fabric - just shrugged it off and carried on with his performance as if nothing happened. He ended up getting a standing ovation from everyone. Now that's dedication!
And talking about the pancake tutu, you know me ā my pink heart always goes out to tutus of all kinds! I was enchanted. Of course, as much as I adored the sight, it wasnāt something I could just wander down to a local haberdashery and pick up. A pancake tutu? Whoād ever have thought it!
I had to have one. That was it. My little āPink Tutu Project" had found a new calling: the "Pancaketu!" I wasnāt about to wait any longer. I raced back to my trusty little cabin where I had set up my āpink headquartersā and with some sheer determination, and maybe a dash of magic (and a healthy dose of inspiration from the talented "Pancake Prodigyā), I had managed to create my very own. I actually made it out of genuine pancakes, no less. After all, we're not all about frilly things around here. We like to go the extra mile (and extra crispy, if I'm being honest)
The whole experience was pretty surreal. But you know me, my dear tutu lovers! A ballet enthusiast never gives up. And today was all about the adventure, the experience, and oh yes, about making a few delicious memories.
I hope you enjoyed this peek into my pink tutu adventures. And please, don't forget to tell your friends all about my "Pancake-tu Project"! And if youāre thinking about taking up ballet, then remember this: thereās always a pancake waiting around the corner (whether you like it with butter or syrup)!
Stay fabulous,
Emma x
