Hello my darlings, and welcome back to my little corner of the internet, Pink-Tutu.com! It's your girl, Pink Tutu Sparkles, bringing you all the fabulous from my latest adventure – Wellington, New Zealand! Now, I know what you're thinking – Wellington? Sounds a bit… erm… earthquake-y, right? But honey, let me tell you, this little city has a big heart and even bigger fashion sense. It’s also home to some amazing ballet, so you know this girly girl was in her element.
Speaking of which, let’s talk pink! Pink is my absolute colour, and Wellington really got the memo, because everywhere I went – the cafe's, the park benches, the seagulls, yes I said it, the seagulls! They even wore the shade with a certain je ne sais quoi. Honestly, I felt like I was wearing the wrong shade!
This journey began, naturally, in the most glamorous way imaginable: by train! I must admit, I was quite taken by the sleek, modern carriage, with its comfortable seats, even for a glamorous queen like myself, and ample room for all my sparkly bits and bobs. Of course, I travelled in my full, glorious pink tutu outfit, it goes without saying, a hot pink shimmering masterpiece of layers and ribbons with all the glitter I could muster, because why settle for just any pink when you can sparkle?
My first stop was, of course, a visit to the famous Wellington Opera House! And you're right, honey, it is magnificent. That building? She’s got some serious architecture!
I had to see "Swan Lake", naturally, so I spent days studying the steps, the elegance, the emotions. Ballet, my love, is my life. If I can't twirl and leap, I don't feel complete. Every time I saw a ballerina flitting across the stage, it ignited something within me – like a beautiful pink flame, you could say! Speaking of flames, the passion was electrifying, and those tutus, well, let's just say I was ready to break into my own stage-ready shimmer number!
After that glorious evening, I went on an afternoon jaunt around Wellington's trendy boutiques, all decked out in my Pink Tutu best, of course! I love browsing through different stores, picking up inspiration and ideas. Even though, darling, you know there’s no stopping me when it comes to finding the perfect pink accessory or a flamboyant piece for my next show-stopping outfit. There's a special magic to getting lost in the colours and textures of a great store, don't you think?
For dinner, I treated myself to the most delicious fish and chips! Now, let's be real, it's not always a glamorous queen's food choice, but you know, every now and then, the classics hit the spot. Especially when it comes to something fresh from the sea! As you'd expect, even my fish and chips came with a side of sparkles. You simply cannot resist glitter, darling. It’s simply a part of my aesthetic, and what better place than in a coastal town to sprinkle on a little seaquence? (Did I do that right, sweetie?)
But I couldn't stay in Wellington without doing some serious dancing. So naturally, I booked myself into a local dance studio. Ballet class, it is! The tutu wasn't strictly allowed, I had to sneak it in for the grand finale (no, I wouldn't reveal how... secrets, darling, secrets). Honestly, the experience was more inspiring than a box of glitter - I was literally beaming with happiness.
Oh! I almost forgot, my dear, to mention that I visited the stunning Wellington Botanical Gardens. They were beautiful – bursting with lush greens and flowers in every shade imaginable (some were even pink!). As always, I had to do a mini photoshoot, and of course, I couldn't resist the perfect pink flower. And I am delighted to announce that this photo, darling, will be the highlight of my latest online photoshoot collection for "Pink Tutu in Bloom" - what do you think? A new photo series to add to my online blog?
You see, Wellington was a real treasure. Even after seeing all the amazing sights, it wasn’t until I ventured into a little cafe, Tucked away, in the city, that I was truly mesmerized. Here, honey, that's where I saw the dress.
This, darling, wasn’t just any old dress, Oh No. This was the pinkest pink I had ever seen in all of my days of glamorous fashion. You see, this was my ultimate pink princess dream dress made real. And, I was going to have it!
To quote a dear friend of mine, a dear friend who loves ballet and tutus just as much as I do, "Life's too short to be anything but a walking, talking, sparkling spectacle," That was the spirit, I knew it! But honey, here was the rub - that gorgeous creation would make my tutu jealous, darling.
However, my darlings, with all of the confidence and sparkling pink magic that only a Tutu Queen like me possesses, I walked into that café, and honey, you know what I did next! Yup. I bartered for that dress. They tried to tell me it wasn't for sale - "It's a show piece for our cafe!" But darling, I had my Tutu magic!
I gave them a deal they couldn’t refuse, I gave them a performance. Just a short, one-minute, Tutu queen performance, right there in the café, to the delighted patrons And let me tell you, honey that gorgeous dress now belongs to me.
Well, you’d never think, honey, that my day would start out on a train with some lovely pink clouds and end in the most glamourous pink-dress barter ever!
And, as if I needed another adventure for the week, I decided that on my last day, it was time for some *horseback riding, darling! Because even though my beloved London always has taxis on tap for any Tutu Queen who wants to go, I just have to admit, it’s always more fun to explore on horseback.
With my newest dress sparkling and ready to go, and me feeling extra extra, the best pink Tutu Queen anyone has ever seen - I headed out onto those open Wellington landscapes to ride across that beautiful open farm land.
My darling, let's be real, a pink Tutu shouldn’t just be a thing for the stage, a *fabulous creation* to wear when you know you're gonna shine. Nope. It’s the statement of a woman who has embraced all her inner glitter, her inner confidence, and it should be seen!
So as my horse, Daisy (the farm hands did not expect the dramatic naming ceremony - of course, Daisy needed a fitting name to match my new dress)… as we strolled through those fields side by side, I felt the sun on my face, the wind in my fabulous pink Tutu hair, and a deep sense of knowing that anything is possible when you dare to wear your pink dreams on your sleeve (and in this case, around your body and feet, darling.)
Of course, it wasn’t all glitz and glam, darling! My trip wouldn't have been true if I didn’t make my very special little contribution to this magical Wellington! That's right, honey, I had some very special Tutu treats, my very own pink tutu kit, just for this. And my dear, I am not talking about sparkle, although the glitter is definitely involved…
But you’re gonna have to wait until next week’s blog, darling. To learn everything about that. I want to leave you with some secrets, to dream on, with your favourite tutu in your mind.
Because as you know, we’re all about making the world a bit brighter, more sparkly, a little more Tutu tastic, one fabulous Pink Tutu Sparkles at a time.
Until next time, stay gorgeous, and make sure your life is brighter than a pink tutu under the stage lights,
Yours,
Pink Tutu Sparkles.
PS: I'm heading to Brighton next, darling, so stay tuned for some more sea tastic blog posts, because a Tutu Queen needs to bring her sparkle to every city.
