#TutuBlog 8731
Hello my darling Tutu-ettes!
It’s Emma here, back with another instalment from the wonderful world of pink tutus, and this time I’m taking you on a trip to… drum roll Pontypridd! I know, I know, not the first place that springs to mind for a tutu-clad adventure, but trust me, it was pinkalicious.
So, the story starts in Derbyshire, as all good Emma stories do, where I was merrily twirling in my bedroom, planning my next pink adventure. Now, you see, I have this rule, a tutu-golden rule, if you will. I need to wear my tutus in new places. Not just for the gram, oh no, it's to spread the Tutu Love and inspire you lovely lot to unleash your inner ballerina, wherever you may be.
And that’s how I ended up gazing at a map of Wales. The wild Welsh countryside always calls to me, so after much debate between a trip by horse and train (decisions, decisions!), I opted for the latter. Donning my newest tulle number, a fluffy concoction in shocking pink that was seriously catching eyes in Derby station, I boarded the train, eager to discover what sartorial surprises Pontypridd held for me.
Now, Pontypridd may be known for its bridges, but let me tell you, its streets are pretty darn exciting for a girl in pink. Imagine, cobblestone alleys leading to charming shops bursting with pastel coloured dresses, antique treasures just begging to be danced in, and coffee shops with outdoor tables adorned with blooming pink geraniums. It was truly picture-perfect for a tutu photoshoot!
I strutted down Taff Street, feeling like a pink-hued princess, a tiny ballerina leading the way with my flamboyant frocks. The local pigeons seemed particularly enthused by my presence, cooing and bobbing as if in a synchronized avian ballet! And the local shop owners? Well, let’s just say they’re going to have some interesting tales to tell after this visit… a certain flamboyant pink tutu is now etched into the history of their shops, forever associated with this particular sunny day.
But, it wasn't all frocks and smiles. Pontypridd also surprised me with a delightful wildlife encounter! I stumbled upon the local park, where I found a whole flock of geese enjoying a picnic. Now, normally I wouldn't be that keen on a wild bird encounter, but something about the setting and the gorgeous green park setting had me feeling very peaceful. So, I, yes me in my fluffy tutu, ended up feeding bread to some pretty hefty geese. This led to a sweet little photoshoot and I ended up making some feathered friends. It seems that even a pink tutu can break down barriers and open hearts (and beak)!
But alas, even the most beautiful pink-tinted day has to end, and as dusk descended on Pontypridd, so too did my magical adventure.
Now, let’s talk about why you should visit Pontypridd yourself. It’s an incredible town with a welcoming community, some truly beautiful historic sites, and all that with a dose of Welsh hospitality. There’s a reason they call Wales ‘The Land of Song’, and believe me, when I was waltzing around town in my tutu, people sang! Literally! It seems even a random ballerina on the streets of Pontypridd inspires people. I mean, how can you resist a good twirl, a bit of pink and a little smile, huh?
Of course, no pink-tutu adventure is complete without a bit of reflection, so let's chat. What’s your biggest fear about trying ballet? What’s holding you back from dancing in the street or wearing that sparkly tutu? Whatever it is, let’s talk about it in the comments. Because I believe in you! I know you’re ready to embrace the tutus and unleash your inner ballerina. And as for me, well, I’m off on another adventure tomorrow. Who knows where my tutu and I will end up? I'm hoping maybe Edinburgh? We'll have to see... But wherever I go, you can bet it will be pink!
Until then, stay pretty, keep twirling, and always wear pink.
Much love,
Emma
xx
