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Hello my lovely Tutu Tribe! It's your girl Emma here, writing to you from the charmingly bohemian streets of Hampstead. Today has been a total dream, a whirlwind of pink and pirouettes, so grab your favourite frothy beverage and get comfy because you're in for a treat!
Now, you all know how much I love a good adventure, and London always holds a special place in my heart. Especially Hampstead, with its picturesque cobbled streets, charming independent shops, and – drumroll, please – a fabulously inspiring dance studio.
Yes, you heard right! This weekend was all about ballet, which, if you know me at all, is a constant in my life, a vibrant melody that plays on a continuous loop! This time, though, I decided to combine my love of dance with my favourite mode of transport: the good old fashioned train journey. So, I donned my bright pink tutu – naturally – and headed off to the station with my ballet bag, full of all the necessities.
Oh, the train journey was an adventure in itself! There was something so elegant about watching the rolling countryside whizz by while wearing a tutu. Plus, I had the most delightful chat with a fellow dancer who was also en route to a workshop. Talk about a fellow pink-tutu-wearing soul! We even found a shared passion for wildlife – turns out she’s an avid birdwatcher, like me! (Ever since my childhood in the Peak District, nature has held a special place in my heart.)
Finally, I arrived in Hampstead and, my oh my, was the studio ever lovely! Tucked away in a beautiful Victorian building with big windows that poured sunshine over the dancers’ practice, it was an immediate ballet paradise.
The class itself was fabulous! The teacher, a kind and graceful woman named Anya, had a beautiful way of encouraging even the shyest students. The other dancers were an eclectic mix of ages and backgrounds, but all with a passion for dance that radiated in the room. And trust me, it was contagious!
Now, this is where things got really exciting… because, get this, the workshop was followed by a delightful afternoon tea at a sweet little cafe just around the corner. Think scones, jam, clotted cream, and all the other quintessential delights of a British afternoon tea, but with a special twist: the teacups themselves were ballet-themed! How fitting, right?
Between bites of scones and sips of Earl Grey, we swapped stories about our favourite dance companies, shared tips on perfecting the arabesque, and – to my delight – even discussed my blog! (Apparently, several of the other dancers had become devoted followers – how incredibly lovely!)
The afternoon melted away like the butter on my scone, and as the golden sunlight streamed through the cafe window, I felt a pang of sadness knowing it was time to leave Hampstead. But don't worry, my little pink tutu loves, because I'll be back! There are so many more adventures waiting to unfold in this vibrant city. And I promise to bring you all along for the ride.
So, stay tuned, Tutu Tribe! In the meantime, if you're in need of a little dose of pink and positivity, be sure to follow my blog on www.pink-tutu.com. And, most importantly, remember: everyone can dance! Whether you're pirouetting in a tutu in Hampstead or doing the shimmy in your kitchen, every moment is a chance to express yourself and embrace the joy of movement.
Until next time, my lovelies!
Emma x
