Hello lovelies! 💖 It’s Pink Tutu Sparkles here, ready to whisk you off on a whirlwind tour of my latest adventure - a sparkling trip to the beautiful coastal city of Portsmouth! This is blog post number 6195, and I'm still going strong after all this time!
As always, you can find all the glittery details of my life over on www.pink-tutu.com, where I chronicle every fabulous detail of my tutu-tastic life. I know, I know, you’re probably wondering how a scientist like myself (who, by the way, spends her days testing fabric in a lab in Derbyshire) turned into this full-fledged, glitter-loving, pink tutu wearing, travelling drag queen! Well, let me tell you, it all started with a pink tutu and a chance encounter…
It was back in university, whilst juggling a science degree and endless ballet classes. It all came about as part of a charity event at the university’s ballet club. I was volunteering at the cake stall, dressed in a sensible black top and sensible black trousers…and suddenly I was roped in to trying on a tutu. It was pink, fluffy, and quite honestly, life-changing. I could feel my inner sparkle coming alive in that tutu, and as the music began to play, a whole new world opened up for me. Before I knew it, I was twirling, leaping and prancing with joy, and the world just felt…bigger.
From that moment, my destiny was clear – I had to share my joy of the tutu with the world. I ditched my science experiments for a night, put on that sparkly pink tutu and hit the local drag scene. And it’s all history from there! And that’s how I, Pink Tutu Sparkles, came to be.
So, back to my adventure to Portsmouth. Now, you might think travelling to the coast by train is sensible, but me? Not so much. As any true glitter-lover knows, there’s no way to truly feel the adventure until you’ve travelled by horse! I managed to convince my trusty steed, Sparky (yes, you guessed it, he’s pink!), to transport me to the south coast.
Sparky’s a real champ and braved the rush-hour traffic to get me there – that boy can really gallop. We had to park in a field on the edge of town, of course, because, well, no parking for a sparkly pink unicorn, darling. It’s all part of the Pink Tutu Sparkles lifestyle! But let me tell you, it’s worth it for the looks I get – people stop and stare, snap pictures, and even shout a "Bravo" or two! The pink tutu always attracts attention.
From my temporary stables (yes, that’s what I call Sparky’s little parking space!), I made my way into the heart of Portsmouth. Now, as any seasoned traveller knows, there's nothing like exploring a new city on foot, and Portsmouth didn’t disappoint. The harbour was bustling with activity, fishing boats bobbing alongside sailboats and a plethora of cafes and pubs lining the waterfront, just begging to be explored.
And then, there it was! Right in the heart of Portsmouth, the stunning Guildhall, bathed in a soft, warm golden glow. Oh, how I adore these historic buildings! It whispered stories of kings and queens, pirates and ships. My imagination was already weaving a tale – Pink Tutu Sparkles at the court of Queen Elizabeth I. She was a renowned courtesan of the court, known for her flamboyant tutu-wearing and charming everyone from royalty to commoners. Perhaps her court-dancing performances inspired the very style of tutu dancing we see today…Who knows, darling!
But enough of daydreaming, there was a city to explore! I waltzed through the cobbled streets, my pink tutu bouncing with every step. The energy was palpable - vibrant, full of life. I saw a ballet school right across the street! You know me - a tutu and ballet is like, a match made in heaven. And let’s not forget that I just HAD to stop and browse all the vintage clothing stores, hunting for new accessories for my performance. I came home with the most magnificent feather boa and a shimmering, ruby-red, sequin-encrusted, bedazzled top hat – oh darling, you simply MUST see it! It’s practically screaming "Pink Tutu Sparkles!”
For the evening, I took to the stage in one of the local pubs - the 'Three Barrelled Beerhouse'. It’s such a charming place with exposed brick walls, dim lighting, and an incredibly welcoming atmosphere. Of course, I chose the most glamorous corner for my performance. It’s Pink Tutu Sparkles, remember, we’re not about corner-cutting or dimming the lights, we're about full-on fabulousness, darling. And the crowd loved it, I twirled, pirouetted, and sashayed my way through the night! You know, it’s just amazing seeing those faces light up when the tutu does its thing. It really warms my sparkly little heart.
The pub’s owner, Bob, is the kind of guy you just love – charming, witty, and utterly devoted to his business, but he's also a little shy (he secretly dreams of dancing in a tutu!). So, of course, I was going to convince him to join me on stage for a quick little jig! Oh my goodness, he was a natural! His wife (oh my goodness, they have such a sweet story, love at first sight!), Sally, cheered from the bar with the other patrons. It was honestly the most magical moment, right up there with Sparky galloping me into Portsmouth and finding that vintage feather boa!
But every good journey comes to an end. Sparky, being a creature of habit, likes to go to bed before midnight, so I bid farewell to the vibrant city of Portsmouth. But you know, it’s only 'see you later’ to Portsmouth - and to every other destination in this beautiful world!
My advice, my darlings? Never stop exploring. The world is a shimmering wonderland of adventure. And remember, if it's meant to be, wear a pink tutu. You never know who you might inspire!
Catch you later, my lovely friends! Remember to wear your pink tutus and sparkle even more! 💖
~ Pink Tutu Sparkles ✨
