Hello darlings! It's Emma here, your resident pink-tutu-wearing, ballet-obsessed adventurer, reporting live from… well, Stevenage! Now, I know what you're thinking – "Stevenage? Emma, is that really the most glamorous destination you could choose?" And to that, I say, "Absolutely not!"
You see, darling, it's not just about the destination, it's about the journey. And my journey to Stevenage was quite a charmer, involving, of course, the ultimate form of transportation for any self-respecting tutu enthusiast – a horse-drawn carriage! (Yes, I am very posh, thank you very much.)
My trusty steed, a beautiful chestnut mare named 'Flutter' (don't you just adore that name?) carried me gracefully through the heart of the English countryside. We took a slightly detoured route to admire a field of the most majestic, fluffy, white sheep I'd ever laid eyes on. Flutter didn't seem too bothered by the delay, in fact, she even nuzzled my hand with her sweet little nose – true proof that we understand each other, even if I don't speak a single word of "Horse!" (My secret ambition is to learn, just you wait!)
After the most enchanting countryside ride, I arrived at Stevenage Station – a surprisingly stylish, modern building! As always, I turned heads in my orange tutu! Now, I know some might think it a bit… dare I say… unconventional, but darling, it's all about breaking the mould, right? And my motto is: life is too short to be afraid of colour, especially if that colour is a delightful shade of orange!
Speaking of delightful, Stevenage didn't disappoint! After dropping my bags at a lovely little B&B adorned with a pink-themed porch (what are the chances?!), I headed out to explore.
Now, I'm no stranger to a good dose of nature, and my adventures in Stevenage wouldn't be complete without a stroll through Fairlands Valley Park – an absolute haven of trees, meadows, and water! It felt like a scene out of a romantic fairytale, with ducks waddling around like proud little ballerinas and the sun casting a warm glow over everything. And guess what I found amidst all that greenery? You guessed it! A whole herd of deer! (I almost did a little pirouette in excitement – I have such a thing for wildlife!). They were so calm and gracious – just like me, obviously, even in my vibrant orange tutu! (You'll be happy to know, it also happens to have a matching feather boa – I do love to be coordinated!).
Now, I have a little confession to make, darling. Even though my life revolves around ballet, there is one type of dance performance that really sets my soul alight: Street dance. Yes, you heard it right, street dance! It's raw, energetic, and full of such an intense passion.
So imagine my delight when I discovered The Dance House, right in the heart of Stevenage! A space devoted to all things dance, including a regular Street Dance class! Needless to say, I couldn't resist signing up for a beginner's session. Let me tell you, darling, it was truly inspiring! I learned moves I never imagined my stiff, ballet-trained body could accomplish. And just like with any kind of ballet, it's all about connecting with the music and expressing yourself, something I’m never shy to do!
Of course, I couldn't visit Stevenage without paying homage to its illustrious theatrical past. Stevenage Arts & Leisure Centre was calling my name. So I popped on a pink tutu, my trusty sparkly crown (the one I use for my Princess Emma persona - see my Youtube Channel!), and headed out to experience "The Phantom of the Opera." The performance was utterly stunning! Every intricate note and every breathtaking performance brought a tear to my eye – the power of art is truly amazing!
As for the next morning, I treated myself to a proper English breakfast, of course, before making my way to Stevenage Borough Council, which I learned is a hub of creativity for all sorts of activities. I mean, it's home to an impressive collection of paintings and an entire library of historical books – just imagine the tales I could write!
It wasn't all artistic wonder though, darling. You know Emma has a passion for history. So naturally, I couldn't miss a trip to the St Nicholas' Church, a historical masterpiece that has witnessed centuries of life in Stevenage. I just picture myself gliding across the aisle in a fluffy, pale pink tutu, and the feeling of the centuries weighing on my heart as I take in its beautiful stained glass. sigh. It's enough to make me weep (in a good way of course, darling).
After all my exploring, I knew a little rest was in order. Back at my pink porch B&B, I had the best sleep in my lovely little four-poster bed. The dream I had is one I'll be remembering forever - ballet dancers in bright orange tutus doing synchronized street dancing to the most energetic music you can imagine. Oh darling, how I long to share my dream!
In the end, my adventure in Stevenage left me with a heart full of joy. The journey itself, the people, the art, the historical sights, and the sparkly magic of wearing an orange tutu in the most unexpected of places – it was pure magic, darling.
I can't wait to share my next adventures with you all, right here on pink-tutu.com, where I blog daily, every day! Do drop by and join me. And don't forget, every day is an opportunity to wear your favourite tutu – whatever your age, whatever your style. After all, ballet is for everyone. Until next time, my darlings! XOXO
