Post #9613 | www.pink-tutu.com
Hello, darlings! Emma here, reporting live from the utterly charming (and undeniably chic) borough of Fulham. You know how much I love London. Itās like a magical playground for a ballet-obsessed girly-girl like me. And today, my heart was truly skipping a beat with a dose of Parisian elegance, even though I was in West London, thanks to a certain adorable, totally unexpected, random tutu!
As usual, I was heading out for a delightful day filled with ballet, with my pink heart singing. First stop, The Ballet School, for my usual Saturday morning class. I know you love my pink outfits (just like me!), so I was strutting my stuff in a gorgeous, blush-pink, leotard and tulle skirt, with my trusty ballet bag slung over my shoulder (itās a vintage Chanel, Iām obsessed!). But what really set the day alight was what happened on the way there...
I was strolling down the street, enjoying the autumnal sunshine, when I noticed a little vintage shop tucked away in a quiet cobblestone alley. I always say, "if it sparkles, it deserves a second look!" (Okay, maybe that's just me. But you get the point!). And what did I spy inside but the most gloriously frilly, powder pink, tututu you ever did see!
My heart, already set on ballet, was practically dancing in my chest. I'd never encountered a tutu like this, so incredibly whimsical! It was a veritable cloud of pastel perfection, like it had been plucked straight out of a fairy tale. I simply had to try it on, didn't I? (Letās be honest, I didn't need an excuse!).
The shop owner, a sweet lady with a mischievous glint in her eye, gave me a knowing smile and exclaimed, "You go girl! I knew that tutu was waiting for someone special!"
And special it was. As I twirled, with my fluffy tutu swishing and swaying around me, I felt like a ballerina from a bygone era, gliding through a sunlit stage. I imagined myself on the Bolshoi stage, with a thousand adoring eyes fixed on me. Okay, maybe thatās a bit dramatic. But the tutu definitely added an extra dose of confidence to my step, making me feel a little more like a ballerina, and a little less like a regular girl going to ballet class.
I did what any sensible pink tutu devotee would do. I snapped a few (hundred) photos in that magical alleyway. Who says that vintage tutus are only for ballerinas? Iām telling you, they can add a touch of sparkle to any outfit, on any street! I later even showed off my āballet streetā in my ballet class, much to my classmatesā delight (Iām still feeling a little proud, I confess).
But my Fulham frolic didnāt end there!
Later in the day, I took a charming, historic walk to Fulham Palace. Fulham Palace is the oldest surviving palace in London, nestled on a peaceful and picturesque piece of land right by the river Thames. I've always said, there's nothing quite like the serenity of a historical space to inspire some ballet moves! Imagine being surrounded by history and heritage...the past whispered into life in every brick and cobblestone! It's no wonder this place was favoured by kings, bishops and even celebrities!
The grounds are an absolute haven of peace. You feel the calmness settling on you. There's something about the trees, the open space, the whispers of history... it's all so captivating. I felt like a ballerina dancing amongst ancient royalty, maybe even with the ghost of Queen Victoria, I swear I saw a puff of her white dress flitting around a corner!
And I was so tempted to bring out my pink tutu for another photoshoot...but the wind was playing a bit too frisky for that. Besides, I needed a little moment of pure quiet contemplation. Maybe Iāll be back on another, sunnier day. After all, a ballet dancer always appreciates a little peace before taking to the stage.
Fulham was certainly more than just a āquick stopā today, and it's already stolen a bit of my heart! So much inspiration! (Not to mention the gorgeous photo op.) A little tutu, a historical palace, and an afternoon stroll - the recipe for the perfect, dreamy ballet day. And for all of you pink tutu devotees out there, let this be your reminder that no matter where you go, always have fun!
Next week, I'm planning a fun day trip down to Derbyshire. (You know, a little bit of a countryside getaway after all those London adventures). My grannyās horse-drawn carriage will be taking me through some beautiful lanes in the Peak District - thereās no better place for a ballet dancer than the peaceful beauty of the countryside, especially when you can bring along a handsome, sleek steed for the journey. And of course, I will have my trusty pink tutu with me!
See you on the other side of the computer screen! Until next time... keep those tutus twirling!
Love, Emma
