Hello lovelies! Welcome back to my little corner of the internet, where the only thing more vibrant than my pink tutu is the history we uncover together each week. This Tuesday, we're time-travelling all the way back to November 21st, 1939! Buckle up, darling, this is going to be a whirlwind of a ride!
I know what you're thinking: 1939?! That sounds about as far removed from a sparkly pink tutu as you can get, right? Wrong, my dears! Even amidst the uncertainties of that year, ballet was still blossoming. Just imagine the beauty of a grand ballet performance, offering a welcome escape from the turmoil of the outside world. It was in this atmosphere that some of the greatest dancers and choreographers made their mark. Think of the iconic Margot Fonteyn, a legend in the making who would go on to dance alongside Rudolf Nureyev in the coming decades. Talk about history in the making!
As I mentioned, I travelled by train. Just picturing those vintage carriages filled with eager theatre-goers, each one hoping to catch a glimpse of those magnificent dancers! A touch of vintage glamour before we arrived at the grand theatre, my senses already buzzing with anticipation. Now, 1939 might not seem like the pinnacle of tutu fashion, but the truth is, even back then, those frothy skirts were gaining their iconic status. You'll find elegant ballerinas like Anna Pavlova twirling with grace and style in beautifully constructed tutus, each carefully designed to enhance their movements.
And who could resist those beautiful, colourful silks! The colours were a delight: vibrant reds, captivating blues, the elegant flow of golden yellow… and even some touches of my beloved pink, though perhaps a tad more muted than we prefer these days!
But wait! The real thrill for a fashionista like myself lies in the costume designs. Oh, the intricate detail! They had designers back then who could truly elevate a simple costume into an artwork, each ruffle and bead whispering stories of passion and dedication. Imagine: a world without elastic or synthetic materials! Can you believe they did it all by hand? I just imagine all the long evenings spent stitching and shaping each delicate fold of those tulle wonders. Now, that’s what I call dedication to the craft.
So, this November 21st, 1939, was not just another Tuesday for ballet history; it was a day overflowing with elegance, tradition, and, yes, a sprinkle of pink, if you looked carefully enough!
Now, don't forget to share your #TutuTuesday stories! What would you be wearing if you travelled back to 1939? Let's chat in the comments, and be sure to tag me on your tutu adventures.
And as always, keep twirling and stay radiant!
Emma,
Your #TutuTuesday Time Traveller
www.pink-tutu.com
P.S. And just a reminder, dear reader: We can never have enough pink tutus in the world! So, keep on rocking those frills and remember, it's not just a garment, it's an attitude!
