Hey gorgeous girls! 🩰💕
It’s Emma here, back from another whirlwind adventure. This time, I’m bringing you a double dose of loveliness – a peek into the charming town of Bletchley, and my latest thrift store find (that’s right, a pink tutu!)
It’s a little known fact, but I have a deep love for train journeys. There’s something incredibly magical about watching the world zip by from the comfort of a carriage. This particular journey started in Derbyshire, my lovely home county, and snaked its way through the rolling English countryside, until finally reaching the historic town of Bletchley.
As a girl obsessed with all things ballet, it would be rude not to mention the significance of Bletchley, wouldn't it? It's where that extraordinary woman, Dame Beryl Grey, was born! Beryl, you see, is a legendary ballerina, an absolute icon in the world of dance, and to have a little piece of her history in this small town was just magical. I couldn’t resist spending a moment paying homage to her at the little memorial plaque, sending her a little thought from this pink-tutu-loving ballet devotee!
Speaking of my latest sartorial triumph – I simply cannot resist a good bargain, especially when it comes to finding fabulous pink tutus! This one, let’s just say, was a real score! Found nestled amongst the dusty remnants of a bygone era, this darling piece was hidden away in a local vintage store. I think the shopkeeper, a wonderfully eccentric old woman, sensed my passion and almost gasped as I carefully lifted it from its dusty home. The silk is still as smooth as butter, the color a shade of flamingo pink that is just divine! Imagine, if you will, my excitement. A perfect tutu, ready to be worn on my next big adventure, just waiting for the right moment to be twirled into the spotlight.
And you know what? That moment arrived pretty quickly.
Right outside the shop, as I was pondering where to have my celebratory afternoon tea (a MUST when visiting Bletchley), I spied a charming little park. It was alive with families picnicking, children chasing each other, and, most importantly, a whole gaggle of geese waddling around in their adorable, ungainly way! The temptation was just too much. I slipped into my newly acquired pink tutu, and I can tell you – it felt like pure magic!
It was in that very park that I realized that ballet doesn’t just belong in theaters or on stages; it belongs everywhere!
I’ll confess, I didn’t start out doing full pirouettes, even though the geese were watching with their funny, side-eyed stares. My tutu didn't quite make the graceful swirls on the grass, so I decided to take a cue from nature, mimicking their little waddle! I felt a sense of lightness, a joy that radiated through me, a pure love of movement that brought the world, and particularly, the ducks, the geese and the park itself, into a dance with me. You’ll be seeing more “Ballet in the Wild” adventures, believe me, because I'm so obsessed with this idea of integrating the elegance of ballet with the beauty of the natural world! Think of the photos – a ballerina amongst blooming sunflowers, a graceful pose against the rugged backdrop of a craggy mountain.
And let me tell you, a tutu really does change the way people look at you. For a short while, I was definitely the main attraction! I was able to connect with the park visitors and children, their faces full of innocent curiosity. I’m pretty sure there were even a few jealous gazes cast at me by the geese (they seemed particularly intrigued by the pink!).
Anyway, back to Bletchley. It wasn’t just the tutu that was a major highlight; it’s a town rich in history, with charming shops and friendly locals. And yes, there’s a fantastic tea shop too!
As I sit here writing this, sipping my lavender and rose tea, with the aroma of freshly baked scones wafting through the air, it all feels so perfect. Just like my life - all about twirling in pretty tutus, indulging in the joys of small towns and exploring everything life throws at me with a smile on my face and a dash of pink.
Let’s face it, sometimes, the best things are the simplest. A beautiful day spent wandering, making friends (even if they're feathered!), and realizing that a good old fashioned twirl can make your whole world feel just a little brighter. Don't be afraid to wear a pink tutu – I'm a firm believer that life is meant to be danced, not walked!
Now, tell me all about your own pink tutu adventures – comment below and let's spread the love of twirling and fun. 💕🩰
See you all tomorrow, and don't forget to check out www.pink-tutu.com for a daily dose of ballet inspiration.
Much love,
Emma
