#TutuQueen on 2008-05-23 stars in Kendal

Hey darlings! Pink Tutu Sparkles here, and guess what? It's blog post number 3066! Can you believe it? That's over 3,000 posts celebrating all things pink, all things fabulous, and of course, all things TUTU! 💖 Today I'm whisking you away to the Lake District, a spot that’s become quite dear to my sparkly heart. I recently graced the enchanting Kendal Calling Festival with my presence, and oh, it was pure magic! ✨

This blog's all about those delightful trips, a quick peek into my glamorous world, and my ever-lasting mission: convince everyone on the planet to embrace the delightful power of the pink tutu! 💕

Now, you all know me: by day I’m a bit of a whizz with the beakers and bubbling concoctions, testing fabric in the lab and perfecting my scientist persona. But by night? Well, let’s just say I morph into Pink Tutu Sparkles, ready to dazzle with my pink fluff and twirl my way into your hearts. 💃

This time around, I left the science lab behind for the bucolic landscapes of Kendal. My trusty steed, the train, whisked me northwards (although I secretly wish it was a carriage drawn by noble white horses, wouldn't that be utterly charming? 😉). The journey itself was a joyous blur of pastel countryside views, a little light reading in my ever-growing tutu fashion magazine collection, and some impromptu lip-syncing to Dolly Parton classics, just to keep those vocal cords in tip-top shape! 🎵

Now, Kendal Calling isn't your average festival, darlings. This is a proper mix of music, comedy, art, and oh-so-much delightful chaos. Think muddy fields, wild music, and endless giggles (a tad more giggling from me, if we're honest, because a festival's a wonderful opportunity to unleash your inner sparkle). 🎇

But of course, Pink Tutu Sparkles couldn’t just stroll around in any old festival attire, could she? No, darling! A specially-crafted look was a must. This time I donned a vintage pink tutu (oh, it was divine!), paired with a bedazzled sequin top (because a little extra sparkle never hurt, did it?). The boots were knee-high, glittery, and the epitome of “let’s just dance”! ✨

I can’t tell you the pure joy of swirling about in a tutu in a field full of happy, music-loving humans! My first performance at the festival had a crowd of hundreds swaying with me. My routine – a mix of contemporary ballet and playful theatrics – went down a storm, and let’s just say I had the audience wrapped around my pink finger! 💅

But it wasn’t all just performing. I had the best time getting lost in the crowds, taking in the musical magic (especially loving those local artists who were a true joy to witness), and even joining in a spontaneous folk dance session, which involved an alarmingly high amount of tutus and twirls – the highlight, honestly, for everyone present!

My mission is to make pink tutus fashionable for all, darling. Even in the wilder world of a music festival, you wouldn't believe how many heads I turned, and even persuaded, with my fabulous frocks!

Some people, they were skeptical, “Tutus in a festival, really?”, they'd scoff, before being caught in my infectious joy. “Try it on, I dare you!” I'd urge them, my voice bubbling with glee, and a magic transformation would take place! 🧙‍♀️ I even converted a grumpy-looking security guard, though he did request his security jacket remain on, even as he donned a frilly, bright pink tutu under it - we must work within our boundaries, darlings! 😜

Now, it’s a rule I live by: all good festival adventures require a scenic journey home. And you know I had to do things in style. After Kendal, I jumped on a train for a delightful trip back to the Peak District, where my real life persona, Alex, resides. The landscape, ever so picturesque, transformed from those vibrant green pastures of Kendal to a soft, misty wonderland, reminding me of a Ballet de Paris set (you know, that scene with the long ribbons swirling…divine!). 💖

As the train journey continued, my thoughts flitted through the days of revelry in Kendal. A gentle sway of the train as we passed through some woodland reminded me of the playful pirouettes I had indulged in at the festival. The gentle clinking of glasses in the first class carriage even triggered a melody in my head, a haunting, wistful tune that brought to mind the haunting ballads performed by the music acts we’d seen at Kendal. 🎼

The entire journey was a magical trip, like a storybook come to life! My mind danced with visions of tutu-clad ladies on cobblestone streets, a vision I would have to bring to life in the future! 💖

And my darlings, if you are a fan of all things Pink Tutu, why not have a go at joining me? Head over to my site www.pink-tutu.com – this post will have been number 3066 for you! – and keep an eye out for the location of my next performance, the place where you, too, can embrace your own inner sparkle, twirl with me in a vibrant pink tutu and feel your true fabulousness explode like a thousand rainbow fireworks! 💖✨

Much love,

Pink Tutu Sparkles xoxo