Post #6932
Hello darlings! It’s Emma here, back from a whirlwind trip to Wishaw, and guess what? You're not going to believe this… I went on an adventure with a touch of the Wild West! No, not a tumbleweed in sight (though the Scottish highlands certainly have a dramatic, windswept feel!), but rather, I discovered a hidden gem - an American-style tutu! 🤠✨
Remember my vow to spread the joy of ballet? Well, today I took that promise to a whole new level. Picture it: a crisp, blue sky, the scent of blooming heather in the air, and me, striding onto the platform at Wishaw train station in my signature pink tutu, except… this one was different. It had a touch of Americana to it – a sassy, bold spirit that made me feel like a modern-day cowgirl, ready to twirl on a saloon dance floor. (Imagine it, darlings! Ballroom waltzes with a touch of lasso!) 💃
Before the train journey even started, I was catching glimpses of myself in the windows of passing shops, the pink catching the light, and it was pure joy. Just the sight of that tulle swishing about with every step made my heart sing! And let me tell you, Wishaw did not disappoint.
The station, with its old, brick exterior, reminded me of a grand, faded opera house in Derbyshire, just waiting for a beautiful ballerina to breathe life back into its walls. It had this beautiful vintage feel that reminded me of my Nana’s home in Matlock, all dusty chandeliers and plush velvet curtains, perfect for imagining a magical ballet performance.
As I settled into my comfy seat, feeling the rhythm of the tracks against my legs, I got chatting with a lovely lady named Agnes, who was on her way to visit her daughter in Glasgow. Turns out she was a huge fan of ballet too, and she was so intrigued by my outfit, we spent the whole trip sharing stories about our favorite ballerinas and discussing the different types of tutus. It was like we’d known each other for years! She told me about her daughter taking her granddaughter to her first ballet show.
Agnes's story reminded me of the joy and magic of ballet, how it brings people together, even when they're miles apart. It makes me so happy to know that the love for ballet stretches far and wide.
Upon reaching Wishaw, the quaint little town welcomed me with open arms (or maybe it was just the friendly Scottish hospitality! 😉). It was the most charming place with its traditional stone cottages, vibrant floral displays, and an air of tranquility that was so refreshing.
Speaking of tranquility, it was time for a proper ballet session, even if it meant dancing amongst the sheep. Don’t worry, no tutus for the sheep today! They seemed quite content with their woolly outfits! It felt like a scene straight out of a film. Imagine – the hills rolling in the distance, the sound of the wind in the trees, and me twirling in my pink tutu, letting my movements flow with the wind! It was almost too perfect.
As the day went on, I realised something about the American-style tutu: it had this unique kind of confidence, like it knew its worth and didn’t need to apologize for its boldness. And somehow, it managed to blend seamlessly with the beauty of the Scottish landscape.
Later that evening, after I had indulged in some of the tastiest Scottish scones you've ever tasted (and a cheeky raspberry tea – it was too tempting to resist!), I ventured to a local theater. This theatre was small and intimate, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the London West End, yet brimming with passion. And guess what, I met a whole troupe of local dancers who shared my love for pink tutus! It was truly a joyous evening. They loved my "American" look and even started practicing some country-inspired routines.
We spent the whole night laughing, dancing, and even learned a few country-line dance steps from the lovely Scottish dancers! (Maybe one day we'll share it with you, darling readers! Let me know what you think in the comments below!) Their infectious energy was a reminder of why I love traveling, how even in the most unexpected places, there are people who share my love of dance, fashion, and of course, the ultimate expression of feminine beauty – the pink tutu.
But my day wasn't complete without a dose of nature. So I made a dash for the enchanting woodlands nearby. As I walked through the woodland path, sunlight filtering through the leaves and the earthy aroma swirling in the air, I felt at peace, as if the forest had embraced me like an old friend.
I sat by a sparkling stream, listening to the gentle murmur of the water and watched as a pair of playful otters darted through the reeds, their sleek bodies gleaming like polished pearls. For a moment, it was like watching a balletic performance in the wild – every movement so graceful, yet full of energy. And my American-style tutu blended so beautifully into the emerald hues of the woods.
All in all, my trip to Wishaw was magical, from the quaint countryside and friendly locals to the unexpected discovery of my new favourite tutu. Remember, darlings, no matter where you are, never be afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve… or your pink tutu on your body! And just like I was enchanted by this small Scottish town, I believe it holds a special place in all our hearts, a reminder that life's greatest treasures often hide in plain sight.
Keep dancing, keep dreaming, keep twirling, and always be unapologetically yourself. Until next time, darlings!
Much love, Emma 💕
