Hiya darlings! It's Emma here, your favourite pink tutu-wearing time-travelling blogger, and today's #TutuTuesday post is taking us right back to 10th January 1939!
Oh, how I wish I could hop into my magical time machine right now and whizz back to this fabulous era. Just imagine – a world of art deco designs, glamorous ballrooms, and stunning performances of ballet classics like Swan Lake and Giselle! My heart beats a little faster just thinking about it!
But let's talk about the real star of today's post: tutus! And in 1939, darling, it was all about the romantic tutu, especially those stunning, billowing romantic tutus in pale, ethereal pinks, oh so dreamy! Think graceful tulle, a touch of delicate embroidery, maybe a touch of silk, and just the tiniest hint of sparkle! And the dance itself? So full of elegance and beauty - oh, it was truly the epitome of romantic ballet!
You might be surprised to learn, though, that 1939 wasn't all about frills and fancies, even though the tutu itself remained a symbol of that romantic beauty. It was also a time of real change in the world of ballet. We started to see the beginnings of the development of what we know today as neoclassical ballet. That’s ballet with a more contemporary twist, with its strong focus on technique and athleticism, along with those elegant lines that make our ballet dancers look so heavenly!
Speaking of change, have you all noticed the gorgeous styles popping up all over London? It's the influence of Parisian fashion, of course! You know I adore the gorgeous pieces flowing over from Paris, particularly those lovely evening gowns - perfectly suited for a trip to the opera or a ballet performance! Oh, the colours! It's almost a shame to wear a tutu in all that fabulosity, but of course, a girl's gotta have her tutu!
So, what are you all doing for the 10th of January, 1939? Are you dashing off to a grand soirée at the Dorchester, or enjoying a performance at the Royal Opera House, perhaps catching the stunning ballet company of the Bolshoi Theatre (can you imagine the magic of seeing them in 1939?). Just try to picture a beautifully-dressed crowd, the grand ballroom chandeliers sparkling above them as the beautiful melodies of a live orchestra cascade through the air. Oh, it’s simply divine, don't you think?
Now, just imagine all those glamorous guests, with their magnificent gowns, dazzling jewellery, and those stunning, dreamy, delicate pink romantic tutus, gracing the dance floor. Oh, to witness such elegant grace! And wouldn't it be glorious if those romantic tutus were even the tiniest shade pinker? Now that's something to think about!
Until next week, darling readers, be sure to wear your pink tutus and embrace all the beauty life has to offer. And if you get the chance to see a classic ballet performance, don’t miss it – it's the best thing since the invention of pink!
Yours always in pink,
Emma.
P.S. I've been searching all over London and have found the most exquisite shop – The Emporium, in Covent Garden! I simply must take you all on a virtual shopping trip soon! Stay tuned!
