Post number 9097: 30th May, 2021
Hello, darlings! It's Emma here, back from another whirlwind adventure. This time, I traded the rolling hills of Derbyshire for the bustling streets of London, a place that always fills me with a certain joie de vivre. And to celebrate, I naturally had to wear a fabulous fuchsia tutu! (What else? 😉)
This adventure wasn't just any old trip, it was a trip dedicated to the divine art of ballet. I was in London to see a performance by the Royal Ballet at the Royal Opera House, and I'll tell you, I practically bounced with excitement! (Yes, I was literally skipping with glee, just as if I were in the heart of a ballet performance.)
Now, before I share my thoughts on the breathtaking ballet, I have to tell you about the journey itself! Remember how I said I prefer a slightly less conventional mode of transport? Well, this time I journeyed to the capital by horse. Yes, you heard that right, horse! My darling friend Beatrice, she of the endless patience and exquisite horsemanship, allowed me to join her on her weekend trek to London. Imagine! Cantering along dusty paths, the wind whipping through my hair, the sun warm on my face – it truly felt like a scene straight out of a romantic novel. We stopped at charming little villages along the way, each more picturesque than the last, with cobblestone streets and fragrant flower boxes. I even indulged in a delightful cream tea in a quaint village cafe.
After a delightful two-day journey, we arrived in the heart of London. Oh, the sheer joy of it all! And wouldn't you know, just outside the Royal Opera House, there was a delightful market! They even had a stall selling beautiful pink tutus! Talk about serendipitous. My inner child just couldn't resist. I scooped up the prettiest tulle confection you've ever seen – a breathtaking fuchsia number with an explosion of glittery embellishments! Of course, I had to model it right there and then, much to the delight of the onlookers. A couple of adorable children even squealed with delight when I twirled for them! The thrill of making them smile is truly something special!
Feeling ever so fab in my new fuchsia glory, I walked into the hallowed halls of the Royal Opera House. You see, there's something about the elegance of such a place – the grandeur, the history, the anticipation of something spectacular. This time, the Royal Ballet performed Giselle, a tale of love, betrayal, and, ultimately, redemption.
Oh, the dancers were sublime! They moved with a fluidity that made me feel like I was watching water dance on the breeze. Their expressions were so powerful, telling entire stories with a mere flicker of their eyes. There was such strength in their movements, such grace, and so much heartfelt emotion, that I was practically glued to my seat. I gasped at each delicate leap, my heart swelled at each beautiful arabesque, and I practically swooned during the intricate pas de deux. Every part of me resonated with the raw energy and beauty of their artistry.
I must admit, it ignited my passion for dance even further. I was reminded of why I love ballet so much. There's such raw expression, such freedom within a structure. It’s truly a symphony of motion, an exploration of emotions through movement, and a celebration of the human body. I wouldn't trade that feeling for anything!
My journey didn't end there though! After the show, I went for a delightful wander through Covent Garden. The vibrant street performers, the stalls overflowing with artisan crafts, the delightful cafes serving hot chocolate and delicate pastries – everything felt so vibrant, so alive. I even found a quirky little vintage shop filled with wonderful costumes. Imagine my surprise when I found a gorgeous vintage pink tutu with intricate beading! Of course, I had to buy it, and I couldn't resist trying it on right then and there, on the bustling Covent Garden pavement. Talk about living my best life!
By the time I reached the railway station, I was buzzing with excitement. This whirlwind weekend was just what I needed, a joyous reminder of the things that bring me so much happiness. As the train sped back to Derbyshire, I reminisced about my trip, the gorgeous tutu’s I'd bought, the inspiring ballet performance, and the picturesque countryside I had travelled through. It felt like a perfect fairytale.
But then, of course, I couldn't help but think: how do I bring a bit of that magic back to Derbyshire? What can I do to inspire others to discover the joy of ballet and, perhaps, to even wear a pink tutu?
Well, my darlings, here's my idea: I want to organise a Pink Tutu Ballet Ball right in my very own village! We'll have a wonderful tea party with delicious homemade treats, and then we'll learn a few fun ballet moves. The men can wear tutus, too! We can turn this into a hilarious, wonderful evening, one filled with laughter and love, just like the one I experienced in London.
Who's with me? Let's spread the joy of ballet, the beauty of pink, and the sheer pleasure of dressing up. I'm sure we can make it happen. I'll share more updates on the Pink Tutu Ballet Ball soon, but for now, please visit my website, www.pink-tutu.com, and let me know your thoughts. What would you do for a ballet ball? What's your favourite shade of pink?
I'll be here, waiting to hear your ideas and spread a little bit of joy with my pink tutu!
Lots of love,
Emma xoxo
