Post 3359: 12th March 2009
Hello darlings! It's your favourite pink-tutu-wearing fairy godmother, Pink Tutu Sparkles, checking in from the cobbled streets of Nottingham! Now, I know you're all probably thinking, "Nottingham? Isn't that a bit…well…industrial for a pink tutu queen?"
But my dears, you'd be surprised! Nottingham's got a vibrant soul, a rebellious streak, and more hidden treasures than a pirate's treasure map. And I, your glamorous guide to all things pink and twirly, am here to uncover them all.
First off, let me tell you about my journey. I was whisked away on a whistle-stop adventure, hurtling through the countryside on the 10:30 train from Derby. My favourite thing about trains, you see, is that they're like a mini theatre on wheels. All the faces, the stories swirling about in the air… pure inspiration! Of course, my luggage – which, let's be honest, could only be described as a very full pink sequin handbag – caused quite a stir. Everyone, it seems, has a soft spot for a dazzling pink tutu and a big smile, and they all couldn't resist throwing a compliment my way.
Speaking of smiles, the moment I stepped off the train in Nottingham, I was greeted by a warm breeze, a chirping flock of sparrows, and… drum roll please… a horse-drawn carriage! Talk about fairytale vibes! Of course, I had to jump aboard. There's nothing quite like the feeling of wind whipping through your hair, a touch of pink tulle brushing your cheek, and the sound of hooves pounding the pavement.
As my carriage ambled towards my hotel, the quaint streets revealed a tapestry of sights. Charming old pubs, hidden courtyards with cobblestones that shimmered like jewels in the afternoon sun… this place was positively bursting with stories! And I, a storyteller at heart, couldn't wait to uncover them.
The hotel itself was a treasure, a magnificent old building with enough Victorian charm to make even the most discerning fashionista swoon. And I must tell you, darling, the staff were absolutely darling! They treated me like a true queen, fussing over my every need and making sure my luggage, complete with a whole arsenal of pink tutus, was safe and sound.
After freshening up and slipping into a fresh outfit, because even a queen needs to switch up her wardrobe now and then, I was ready for Nottingham's charm to sweep me off my feet. I took a stroll through the historic city centre, past the iconic Robin Hood statue. Now, I'm not sure if Robin ever wore pink tutus, but I think he might have approved, and honestly, who am I to argue with a legendary hero?
My evening, my darlings, was an absolute whirlwind! First, a spectacular dinner at a delightful restaurant tucked away in a little alleyway. The food was exquisite, and the staff, just like the hotel staff, treated me like royalty. I enjoyed every morsel and each drop of pink lemonade. I may have been tempted to use the champagne flute as a small tiara for my food, but the lovely waiter kindly assured me it wouldn't quite match my usual sparkling pink headwear.
After dinner, it was time for the real highlight of my trip - the theatre performance! And not just any theatre performance, oh no, this one involved a certain, very important element - ballet! Now, darling, you all know how I feel about ballet. It's my escape, my inspiration, my very heart.
The performance at the Theatre Royal Nottingham was breathtaking! The dancers moved like swans on a frozen lake, their movements precise, fluid, and, yes, positively dazzling. It was pure artistry, pure passion, and I almost choked back tears as I witnessed the dedication and skill on display. My heart skipped a beat every time they took a leap, each twirl sending a wave of joy washing over me.
And who better to share this joy with than a group of fellow ballet enthusiasts? After the performance, I met up with some members of Nottingham's ballet club - a delightful group of ladies, and a couple of gentlemen, all of them as excited as I was to celebrate the magic of dance. The evening ended in a flurry of pink tulle and sparkling laughter, each of us reminiscing over our favourite moments from the performance.
Speaking of reminiscing, I'm now back in my hotel room, perched upon a velvet chaise longue, watching the street lights outside my window. There's something about a good night in a new city, with a fluffy pink robe, and a cup of chamomile tea.
Nottingham, you have won a piece of my heart, darling. I have felt so welcome here, surrounded by the vibrant energy of this incredible city. As I lay down for the night, with my trusty pink tutu tucked beneath my head, I dream of returning one day soon.
But for now, it's time to say goodnight and good luck, and remember my darlings, you don't need to be in Nottingham to experience a magical evening. Just grab your favourite pink tutu, put on your dancing shoes, and let your inner sparkle shine!
Love and glitter,
Pink Tutu Sparkles xx
P.S. I just wanted to share one little nugget of wisdom with you, a quote that I found scribbled on a piece of parchment I picked up in an antique shop. It's short and sweet, but it speaks volumes, and I think it's the perfect way to wrap up my adventure here in Nottingham:
"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
Don't you agree, my darlings? So, let's all get out there and explore the world, let our senses grow sharper, and remember, with a little pink tulle, we can add a sprinkle of magic to anything! xx
