Hello darlings! It's your girl, Pink Tutu Sparkles, back with another travel diary entry! This time, I'm taking you all on a glamorous journey to the delightful town of Denton! (And yes, it really does exist, not just in my imagination - I looked it up on Google Maps, honest!).
Now, before I delve into the nitty-gritty of my Denton escapade, let's get something straight. It's been a busy week. You wouldn't believe the to-do list I had. It all started with an urgent, I repeat, URGENT trip to the fabric store. There was an enormous pile of tulle in the most gorgeous shade of bubblegum pink. Just a bit of a whisper of lavender undertones - exquisite! Imagine, a whole new creation in the works! But of course, you'll be seeing it in due time - it wouldn't be fair to reveal all my secrets. 😉
Anyway, I have to admit, between my fabric frenzy and the never-ending rehearsals for my next big gig (it involves tap dancing and a chorus of singing squirrels, don't ask - details coming soon!), I nearly forgot all about my Denton pilgrimage. What could have possessed me, you ask? Well, my dears, let me enlighten you: Denton is holding its annual "Tutu Extravaganza" this year, and guess who got a starring role? That's right - yours truly! It was impossible to pass up an opportunity to spread my pink tulle gospel among the good people of Denton.
The train journey was an absolute joy, naturally. I took a comfy first-class carriage (don't even get me started on the plush seats!), and my favourite travelling companion, Mr. Percy the Porcupine, was along for the ride. Percy's always up for a good time, and he never complains about the lack of space, bless his prickly little soul. It was actually a bit tricky squeezing all my costumes and my feather boa collection onto the train, but hey, there's no stopping the Pink Tutu Express!
We finally arrived at Denton station, a charming little station with a Victorian clock tower. As I stepped onto the platform, I felt a frisson of excitement. I could already hear the music, feel the air charged with glitter and enthusiasm, see the people lining up to witness my performance!
My act in Denton involved a rather challenging aerial routine – it involved trapezes and a magnificent new feather-trimmed tutu, (yes, feather-trimmed!). Let’s just say, you’ll never guess what happened!
But that’s just part of the story. After the performance, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. A young girl rushed to me, beaming and clutching a small pink tutu. Her mother explained, “Her name is Maisie, and she's never wanted to be a ballerina because she thought they were too 'girly.' But after seeing you, she's convinced she can be a powerful and graceful ballerina who wears pink!” And guess what? Maisie even gave me a big hug in my shimmering pink tulle skirt - it was the perfect moment. This is what makes all those long hours of practice, all those frantic late-night costume alterations worth it, you know?
And the weekend wasn’t just about my show. Denton's streets were decked out in vibrant colours, from the pink ribbons decorating shopfronts to the enormous balloon arch in the shape of a tutu! (A delightful touch, if I may say so). Every corner of the town felt infused with a festive energy, as if everyone was caught in a joyful waltz.
I did, however, have one rather interesting experience while on a leisurely walk to the bakery. This old fellow, with a bushy moustache and a twinkle in his eye, stopped me right in my tracks, gesturing to my majestic, ruffled tulle creation. "You wouldn't believe what happened to my wife," he told me with a wink. "She went out one night, wore one of those sparkly things just like yours, and came home with the Mayor himself! She’s the happiest she’s been in years.”
It just goes to show, you never know what adventures you might encounter when you wear a pink tutu, right?
The highlight of the weekend had to be the "Tutu Extravaganza” finale. You’ve heard of parades, but you haven't heard anything like this. It involved a whole community, a symphony orchestra (yes, an actual orchestra!), and enough pink tutus to cover an entire field. I was at the head of the procession, my diamond-encrusted tutu glistening under the sunshine, my voice soaring over the town’s rooftops as I led a singalong of ‘Pink Ballet Shoes.’
As the music faded and the parade came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile, watching the people of Denton – men, women and children - dancing merrily with a vibrant pink tulle masterpiece, their faces alight with joy.
I even spotted my dear old friend Mr Percy, sitting proudly on top of a double decker bus decorated with a life-size pink tutu. You'd never guess how many feathers were used in that creation - let's just say it was an absolutely breathtaking sight!
So, Denton, thank you for the warmest welcome, the contagious joy, the delicious apple pie (with an extra dollop of cream, of course), and most importantly, for embracing my pink-tutu passion! It’s safe to say, this little Derbyshire drag queen had a fabulously sparkling time.
And guess what, my lovelies? My pink tutu dreams don't end here! I'm off to the city next week for another dazzling performance, then I'm planning a horseback ride through the Lake District, wearing a specially crafted feather-trimmed tutu, of course! You'll just have to keep checking in on the website for all the details, because this girl never stops!
Keep twirling and stay fabulous, darlings!
Love, Pink Tutu Sparkles
P.S Did you know that wearing pink tutus can actually boost your mood and make you feel more confident? Science has proven it! So why not try on a pink tutu and discover the magic for yourself! I dare you.
