Post 5674 - www.pink-tutu.com
Hello, darlings! It's Emma, your resident pink tutu advocate, reporting from the charming town of Hindley. You might think, "Hindley? Isn't that a bit... un-tutu-esque?" But trust me, this quaint Lancashire town has a certain vintage charm that makes it the perfect backdrop for a ballet-loving adventurer like myself.
I journeyed here by train, of course. There's nothing quite like watching the world whizz by while daydreaming about pirouettes and grand jetés. I had to pack strategically for a few days away - the Italian leotard from my favourite boutique in Florence just HAD to come, naturally! A pop of colour for a ballet class in a new town, it's my mantra. Don't get me wrong, a traditional pink tutu would have been lovely too, but there's something extra chic about a leotard with that classic Italian flair. 😉
Hindley itself is just lovely. The town centre has an old-fashioned charm, with little shops brimming with curios and hidden gems. And it's surrounded by fields and rolling hills, so I had the pleasure of experiencing a touch of the English countryside during my stay.
One afternoon, I took a lovely horse-drawn carriage ride through the countryside. Talk about a fairytale experience! It felt so utterly romantic, just the wind in my hair and the gentle rhythm of the horse's hooves on the path. As I gazed at the scenery, it got me thinking about the beauty and grace of ballet - both the elegance of the movements and the incredible power behind those delicate limbs.
My highlight in Hindley? Without a doubt, it was attending a performance at the local amateur ballet school. It wasn't a huge, elaborate show like the ones I love in London or Paris, but it held such pure heart and passion. The children on stage, some barely able to stand on their tippy toes, brought tears to my eyes with their sheer joy of dance. It reminded me of how much joy ballet can bring, no matter your age or skill level.
I’ve often been asked about my favourite part of travelling. It's those unexpected moments, those things you never planned but that truly make a trip special. This trip was no different. A moment during that ballet performance truly captured my imagination. I was sitting in the second row, feeling the excitement bubbling around me. The lights dimmed, and then, as if by magic, the stage was bathed in the most glorious soft pink light. It was a shade that mirrored my own passion for everything pink and pretty, especially when it comes to my beloved tutus. I can still see those adorable young dancers, their eyes sparkling, dancing under that luminous pink light. It was simply enchanting!
And it’s these little things that remind me why I do what I do - why I travel the world in search of dance inspiration and why I write about it all here, on my little corner of the internet. My goal? To get everyone, every single one of you, to experience the pure joy of dance, the exhilaration of movement, the beauty of the tutu, and the enchanting magic of pink!
And before I go, let's have a quick word about my little "pink mission," shall we? Remember, even the tiniest spark of joy can create a whole new world of beauty. So let’s all do our part. Get your loved ones to try a ballet class, pick up a pink tutu at the local costume shop, even try a graceful "pas de deux" around your living room. Let's turn the world into a sparkling sea of pink tutus and dancing smiles. 💖
Until next time, darling dancers, keep dancing!
Love,
Emma x
