Hello, my darling tutu-loving darlings! It’s your favourite pink-tutu-wearing ballerina, Emma, here, back from a fabulous trip to Batley, and guess what? I was wearing yellow!
Yes, you heard me right, my pink-loving heart dared to embrace the sunshine hues of yellow in the form of a glorious tutu. Let's be honest, though, sometimes a girl just needs a change. We all need a little bit of sunshine in our lives, especially when you’re battling through the autumnal chill!
I actually started this day with the most delicious feeling of autumnal crispness as I watched the mist roll in over Derbyshire. But by the time I’d boarded the train at Matlock Bath station (yes, a beautiful journey by train is an essential part of every good adventure) I was daydreaming of all the magical, enchanting and dazzling performances and exciting new moves I was going to witness at the Batley ballet show.
The journey wasn’t a chore at all. The windows of the train painted me a vibrant and colourful canvas of landscapes, fields, and farms with just a touch of that oh-so-familiar autumnal feel to it. I love those glimpses of changing seasons – such an artistic ballet! It’s like watching a silent movie filled with graceful movements, colours, and drama – each moment, a little mini ballet show in itself!
By the time I arrived in Batley, my creative mind had been churning out potential blog titles and ideas, and my tummy was grumbling, telling me it was time to treat myself to the best Yorkshire delicacy I could find. And so, I did just that – the aroma of fish and chips filled my senses and I headed into a local chippy. I felt my worries fade into the delicious background noise of happy, crackling, chips! It was a much-needed fuel for my imminent tutu adventure.
Batley was a delightful discovery – so quaint and full of those historic gems that make a little place feel so special and homey. A real haven for history lovers, it’s full of grand churches, little shops tucked away in the corners, and grand buildings bursting with stories. You could just feel the legacy of years past in every single building. It’s one of those places that seems to hum with tales that need to be discovered and shared.
And then, I arrived at the dance studio, and it felt like all the energy and history of the place magically transformed itself into the magic and excitement of a ballet studio. As always, my heart jumped with delight as the soft music flowed from the piano, and a symphony of giggles echoed from the practice rooms. There’s such an endearing, special vibe in ballet classes that I just never tire of. The thrill of seeing others with that passion, the dedication to each move, it never gets old!
And, yes, the dancers absolutely loved my yellow tutu! Even my trusty, reliable dance bag, (an elegant antique burgundy bag with shimmering sequined stars!) seemed to take a fancy to this new bright colour too. Everyone had such brilliant smiles! I actually received several comments and even a little playful teasing from my favourite ballerina mates. “Emma, you’ve been living under a yellow rock?” joked Amelia. But then she couldn't help adding “Oh, darling, it does suit you - you really make it work, even with the pink hair and your usual vibrant makeup. It's actually quite an empowering look. Makes you look all sunshine and happy”.
You know, even though I was feeling a little daring wearing yellow, that really made me happy, It's wonderful how the most supportive people around you are the ones who not only accept you, but encourage you to try new things, break your own routines, and really go for it!
The day concluded with a mesmerizing ballet performance. I can't quite put into words the sheer beauty of the performance, the breathtaking artistry, and the power of the moves. Every twist and turn, every pose and jump, and the sheer emotional expression was simply breathtaking. A whirlwind of colour and emotion painted with an array of twirls, spins, and leaps!
I’ll tell you, though, by the time I sat down for a little piece of lemon meringue pie in a local tea room, I was exhausted but happy. After all, it had been quite an epic adventure with lots of twirls and sparkles – all fuelled by my love for ballet.
Now, darling tutu-lovers, I have a challenge for you! Have you ever thought about trying a ballet class, maybe even donning your own pink tutu for a giggle? If you are, please share your story on my blog or social media. And don’t forget, always dance your heart out! Until next time, tutu-loving lovelies!
P.S I might just pop back to Batley again soon, this time to go wildlife spotting – the landscape there looks fabulous!
XOXO, Emma
