Hello lovelies! Emma here, and oh my goodness, you wouldn't believe the adventure I had today! I'm not going to lie, I woke up with a bit of a grumble, but then I remembered – today's the day I get to head out of Derbyshire for a trip to Edgware, and you just can't be grumpy in a pink tutu!
So, I put on my favourite fuschia number (it's got a sparkly tulle skirt, just for you, darling!), hopped on the train with my trusty notebook and ballet bag, and off I went. It’s such a joy travelling by train. The scenery just whizzes by, like a colourful ballet performance of its own! Plus, you get to people watch – the Brits never fail to be entertaining!
The first thing I noticed as I arrived in Edgware was a little shop window. You wouldn't believe what was in there! It was full of antique teacups, china dolls and beautiful porcelain animals – I practically had to drag myself away! You know, I just have this feeling that a new pink tutu outfit needs a touch of vintage loveliness – just a little something extra, right?
Now, my plan for the afternoon was to get a taste of local ballet culture, so I took a stroll around, sniffing out the most gorgeous studio. I eventually found myself at The Edgware School of Ballet, tucked away on a little street just off the main road.
The building was gorgeous - imagine a cute little house, with big windows and climbing vines spilling over the walls. I practically skipped in the door, feeling like a little ballerina princess! And you know what? There were loads of other lovely dancers inside! All sizes, all ages – some even rocking little pink tutus, just like mine!
The studio itself had wooden floors that creaked ever so slightly with each plié and a beautiful, almost ethereal light filtering in from the windows. And the energy, darling? Absolutely electric! You could feel the passion and love for ballet swirling around like a little pink fairy dust. They had classes for everyone - from the tiniest tikes with their mums to seasoned professionals taking a masterclass. I actually almost stayed for a lesson – the lure of learning a new step or two is incredibly strong, you know?!
After my little ballet interlude, I had to grab a quick bite to eat. And I have to tell you, darling, Edgware didn’t disappoint. I found this delightful little cafe with wicker chairs and tables – just begging for a vintage-style afternoon tea party. They had the most beautiful scones – light, fluffy and sprinkled with sugar – and the most scrumptious Earl Grey tea.
And of course, being me, I couldn't leave Edgware without capturing its spirit for you, lovelies! You have to see the pictures I snapped – from the charming houses on the leafy streets to a beautiful mural I spotted featuring swans gliding on the lake. It really is a place where history and a sense of wonder meet, just like a perfect dance.
Oh, and did I mention I met this little fella while I was wandering around? I don't know what breed he is, but he had the most soulful eyes – and absolutely adored a good belly scratch.
So there you have it, lovelies, another day, another fabulous adventure. I have a feeling that Edgware and its little touch of ballet magic is going to be tucked away in my heart, just like my most prized pink tutu. I truly hope this blog inspires you to step out of your comfort zone and take a leap of faith. Even if that means grabbing a pink tutu and a train ticket to a town you’ve never been to before!
And now, if you’ll excuse me, my dear, I have a tutu to wash and a dream to chase…
See you tomorrow!
Love,
Emma xxx
