Hello, darlings! Welcome back to my little corner of the internet, www.pink-tutu.com, where we celebrate the magic of the tutu and take a twirl through its fabulous history. Today, we're embarking on a journey back in time, all the way to August 14th, 1973. Grab your pinkest tutu, darlings, and let's get this party started!
This week's Tutu Tuesday is particularly exciting for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it's blog post number 7390! 🍾🎉 Secondly, this date is steeped in history! In 1973, the world was buzzing with the sounds of disco and glam rock, the women were rocking bold prints and flamboyant looks, and, well, let's just say, tutus were holding their own in this magnificent fashion scene.
As always, my time travel adventures started at my favourite station, Matlock Bath, and it's amazing what I discovered! Stepping onto that train felt like entering another era altogether. I mean, those bell bottoms were just screaming seventies! 👖 But what really caught my eye were the colours: bold oranges, vibrant greens, and glorious patterns splashed across dresses and shirts. The air was full of a carefree, exciting energy.
I just had to hop off the train in the middle of a shopping spree. Oh, the stores were bursting with colour and character, a million miles away from the bland high street shops today! You wouldn't believe the amazing pieces I discovered - patterned blouses with massive sleeves, platform shoes with enough glitter to rival a disco ball, and oh, so many fabulous bags! It's like every piece was begging to be worn by a confident, free-spirited woman - a woman who knew exactly what she wanted! 👜👠
And guess what else? I found the most amazing tutu at a vintage shop - a beautiful shade of sunshine yellow! The layers were so light and fluffy; it looked absolutely ready to take centre stage! I could imagine myself twirling on stage under the spotlights, my hair in a glamorous, seventies beehive, all set to grace a performance that would knock the socks off the audience!
Now, let's rewind to the dance floor! In the world of ballet, 1973 was a truly golden age. Ballet was still a very elegant and sophisticated affair, but there was a wonderful, free-flowing spirit to it all. Imagine those leaps and twirls - beautiful, graceful, yet full of effortless dynamism. The costumes, too, were a joy to behold: shimmering silks, delicate tulle, and, of course, the glorious tutu! They really did move with the dancers, creating a wonderful sense of ethereal beauty and delicate power.
My heart was singing, darling, as I went to watch a stunning performance of “The Sleeping Beauty” in London, a classic with its roots deep in the past, but with the breath of a new, exciting time. Oh, that majestic score! And those ballerinas... pure perfection. The stage was a whirlwind of colour and light, and the whole theatre vibrated with passion, beauty, and grace.
As the last note faded, the applause echoed through the grand auditorium. And there I was, back in my train compartment, heading home, lost in my dreams of ballet, fashion, and this magnificent era of creativity! It really was the perfect day to wear my bright pink tutu. I've got a feeling the women of the seventies would approve. 😊
Now, if you'll excuse me, darlings, I've got a big box of old fabrics calling my name. Perhaps there are a few vintage finds tucked away in there that can help inspire my next pink tutu creation. 🧵💖
See you next week, darlings! Until then, keep twirling, keep dreaming, and don't forget, every day can be #TutuTuesday!
Love,
Emma x
