Hello my darling darlings, it’s your favourite pink tutu queen, Pink Tutu Sparkles, signing in live from Beckenham! It’s been a whirlwind of a week, filled with sparkle, tutus, and, of course, a whole lot of pink. As you all know, I live for a good adventure, and this week’s been one for the books!
My journey began, as it often does, on the train. There’s just something about the rhythmic sway of the carriage and the endless passing scenery that inspires my creative juices. I find that trains are fantastic for planning outfits – for this week's performance in Beckenham, I knew I had to go bold, a colour that screams "look at me!". After all, I’m not one to shy away from attention – especially not when wearing a pink tutu. This time, however, I thought I’d push the boundaries, I decided to wear a sparkling, light pink tutu, as though the very fabric was spun from the finest spun sugar. You should have seen the reactions on the faces of fellow passengers. One lady gasped so loudly her dentures nearly fell out!
You see, my darling dears, I'm on a mission. I'm trying to make the world a brighter, more dazzling place, one pink tutu at a time! This started back when I was in uni. It wasn't the lab coats, or the beakers and Bunsen burner, or even the periodic table that sparked my transformation, no. It was the ballet club. My first ever foray into a tutu was for charity, you know? My friend’s university fundraising efforts for cancer research required her to auction off some items, a rather unfortunate dusty pink tutu amongst them, she looked dreadful in it. She looked at me, sighed, and asked if I’d try it on. And my dearies, there was just something about it. Something magical. Maybe it was the pink, maybe the swirl of fabric, but I knew from that very moment, Pink Tutu Sparkles was born. I've been twirling in tutus and spreading my pink joy ever since.
But let’s get back to Beckenham! This particular trip, however, was no ordinary journey. For starters, I arrived not by train, but by horse and carriage! It might sound a bit extravagant, but I’d had this image in my head all week – my pink tutu swirling in the breeze, me perched on a beautifully decorated horse drawn carriage, making a dramatic entrance. Thankfully, a friend of mine, who's a professional carriage driver, happily indulged my slightly outrageous notion. (There’s nothing that can't be achieved if you ask nicely, and give enough sweets!) It certainly made for an exciting journey, the clip-clop of the horses’ hooves was strangely calming, despite the gentle swaying, a stark contrast to the usually familiar hum of a train engine!
When we reached my destination, it was almost impossible to tell where the end of my tutu met the swirling fabric of the carriage curtain! The scene, the air itself, was filled with joyful anticipation, like that feeling of expectation before the curtain rises in a ballet performance.
I can't share all the details of my show in Beckenham, of course! It’s full of secrets, magical surprises and the kind of show stopping numbers you could only find at a Pink Tutu Sparkles show, like the time a bunch of toddlers stole my shoes at the last minute, or the day my sparkly makeup fell off, mid performance! And oh, I must tell you about the absolutely incredible costumes! We created some of the most flamboyant and spectacular costumes – imagine feathers, sequins, and enough glitter to rival a disco ball. We put on a right proper show, with fabulous music, theatrical performances, and just enough silliness to get the whole place going! And I have to say, Beckenham absolutely loved it! I had so many lovely people come up to me after the show, their eyes twinkling like starlets under a stage light. Everyone, it seems, wanted to dance. The crowd was like a beautiful dance of glitter and light. A memory I will treasure!
Before we depart for our next grand adventure, I’m sharing some important wisdom from my diary:
- Never underestimate the power of a good outfit: I know, I know, it might seem obvious, but sometimes you just have to remind yourself, a bold outfit can totally transform your mood. Trust me, it’s science! It might just be a silly little detail, like a sparkly tiara or a sparkly pair of pink ballet shoes, but it can make all the difference.
- Find your tribe: One of the biggest joys in my life is meeting incredible people from all walks of life who share a love for all things pink and glamorous. It might be a stranger on the train or a friend from my local ballet class, it’s never too late to find people who inspire and encourage you.
- Don’t be afraid to be your true self: Don't let anyone tell you who you can and can't be. There’s a reason my blog is called www.pink-tutu.com - and a good reminder for us all to embrace our uniqueness! It's all about expressing yourself. Pink Tutu Sparkles might be a persona I created, but I promise, underneath the glitz, I’m just a little girl who loves pink, sparkles and twirling, I love it even more than I love science, and if that makes people happy, then my job is done!
So there you have it! A quick, fun filled and pinkific (if I may coin that term, dearies!), glimpse into the world of Pink Tutu Sparkles. What an experience!
Don’t forget, darling dears, I’m always on the lookout for my next big adventure, And it’s always on the next stop, until then, go forth and wear your own special, inner pink tutu. After all, even a small touch of glitter, or a touch of colour can bring a bit of sparkle to your life.
Pink Tutu Sparkles loves you all. xx
