Hello my darling dance divas! It’s Emma here, bringing you post number 5648 from the beautiful, rolling hills of Worcestershire, where I’ve been soaking up the Christmas cheer and the delightful ballet scene in the lovely town of Bromsgrove.
Remember those times you were just a little girl, pirouette-ing around in your favourite fluffy pink tutu, dreaming of a world of graceful leaps and twinkling pointe shoes? Well, that’s still me, only now I get to experience that world firsthand – a life filled with pink tutus, stunning ballet performances, and all the dance magic I could ever wish for. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!
I arrived in Bromsgrove yesterday, after a glorious train journey that felt like stepping into a Victorian fairytale. It was such a lovely change from the bustle of the city, with rolling green fields whizzing past my window and the crisp, frosty air whispering secrets to me. Of course, I wore my new pink tutu on the train – it’s my lucky outfit for train travel. My friends know I have a particular obsession with anything train-related – and that includes the delightful attire of a vintage train stewardess, which has got to be one of the most stylish uniform creations in history, wouldn't you say? Anyway, I can't resist bringing out my most delicate tutu when travelling by train - I just adore the sense of wonder that it evokes and how it turns a regular train journey into a little ballet performance. Plus, it makes all the other passengers smile - just wait until I get a picture with the ticket inspector wearing my special ballerina-themed hat. It makes my little heart sing! 💖
Today, I found myself at the fabulous Bromsgrove Ballet School. The moment I walked in, the sweet, almost magical scent of polish, leather and wood instantly transported me to a world of elegance and precision. It felt so refreshing to escape the constant hum of city life and embrace the calming ambience of a place that nurtured such beautiful art.
Their Christmas show this year was just breathtaking – I even got to have a chat with some of the younger dancers afterwards and it warmed my heart to see their shining eyes. Their passion for dance was infectious, and seeing them effortlessly glide across the stage reminded me of my first few ballet classes. Of course, I couldn’t resist pulling out my tutu afterwards to have a photo op with these future dance stars. It felt almost like time had stood still, just two generations of tutu-loving girls, bonded by a shared passion. It was such a heart-warming moment!
Bromsgrove town itself was a charming little delight, adorned with festive decorations that looked like they’d been freshly plucked from a snow globe. The cobblestone streets, cute little tea rooms and charming antique shops all held an undeniable sense of nostalgia – perfect for capturing the essence of Christmas.
Of course, I couldn’t resist exploring the wildlife of the nearby Worcestershire countryside! The rolling green hills seemed to beckon me, and the air was so fresh and clean – I felt every bit of the stress melt away as I soaked in the vibrant green landscape and breathed in the clean air. I just have to remember to carry my camera everywhere when I’m in these natural wonders.
A particular favourite moment came while I was browsing the charming bookshop - 'The Bookshelf,' if you're interested! - I stumbled upon a beautifully illustrated book about the fascinating history of the Worcestershire ballet scene. It was like discovering a hidden treasure!
So my darling ballet enthusiasts, Bromsgrove has captured my heart and inspired a wave of pink tutu-tastic joy in my soul. This delightful town has reminded me once again that there’s magic to be found in even the smallest of corners, especially when you’re open to the enchanting beauty of ballet.
From the majestic Victorian-era train station to the delicate charm of Bromsgrove Ballet School and the sprawling beauty of the Worcestershire countryside – every little detail felt infused with a kind of grace and artistry that’s unique to the area.
To close, my darlings, don't forget the power of the tutu. It's not just about swirling skirts and fluffy layers; it's about embracing your inner ballerina, reminding yourself to move with grace, to see the beauty in the mundane and to find the magic in every day life. And trust me, there's a whole lot of sparkling ballet magic in the world just waiting to be discovered - even in a little town like Bromsgrove.
Until next time, stay sparkling and keep on dancing! 🩰💖
Lots of love, Emma www.pink-tutu.com
