Hey darlings! It's your Pink Tutu Sparkles here, and let me tell you, this little diva's been living the dream! My last post saw me performing for the lovely folk of Nottingham (oh, they just adore a pink tutu), and today, my journey takes me to Bulwell, a quaint little town with a history as rich and colourful as a hand-stitched sequined frock.
I must admit, I was a little hesitant about visiting Bulwell at first. Not because I have any prejudice, darling, but because the only experience I had with the place involved a slightly harrowing encounter with a swarm of wasps while enjoying a particularly tasty ice cream. But you know me, a little bit of adventure never hurt anyone, and the chance to share the pink love with some new faces was simply too delicious to resist!
Now, as a fellow connoisseur of all things chic, you’ll appreciate this. When planning any adventure, the sartorial choices are key. I mean, who wants to be outshone by a passing bus? My motto is, “Pink or bust”, but there’s a whole art to packing for a performance in a small town – you need to pack both glitter and practicality, my darlings.
I always travel by train, you see. Trains are like giant mobile fashion runways where I can get a feel for the styles of the day. A pink tutu with a fabulous velvet cloak and statement heels was just what the doctor ordered for my Bulwell escapade, accompanied of course by the essentials: lipstick, a silver compact mirror, and an entire kit of hairspray capable of withstanding even the most dramatic wind tunnel.
Once in Bulwell, I took my usual ritual: finding the nearest bakery for a carb-loaded breakfast (donuts are essential for that added layer of fab!), followed by a detour to the local charity shop. You'd be surprised what hidden treasures I find in these places, and you know, my dear friends, charity work makes even a drag queen's heart swell with joy. This week's finds were a pair of vintage shoes - perfect for a certain stage number - and a knitted blanket I intend to use for a special pink makeover. (You know I love my upcycling!)
After a delicious afternoon tea, it was showtime! My chosen venue was a delightful little cafe with the most charming owner you ever did meet. (Let’s just say the teapot was vintage and the conversation was even more fabulous!) The performance itself was magical. I think I can safely say that I converted every single person in the cafe to the Pink Tutu faith – there was laughing, cheering, and even a few attempts to twirl along to the music!
As my Bulwell adventure drew to a close, I reflected on what makes me a pink tutu wearing queen. Sure, it's about glitter and the thrill of performing. But it's also about bringing joy, about spreading the message that the world is a more colourful place when we embrace our individuality, our creativity, and dare I say it…our pink.
This journey isn’t about fame or fortune, my darlings. It’s about sharing my passion for the things I love: dance, fashion, travel and, yes, even a little bit of science. It’s about spreading the sparkle, and reminding everyone that the world is a much brighter, more joyous place when everyone is allowed to shine in their own way, pink tutu or no pink tutu.
See you all next time, my loves! Until then, remember, it’s always pink o’clock somewhere.
Keep on sparkling, Pink Tutu Sparkles
xxx
