#TutuQueen on 2017-09-24 stars in Maidstone

Oh darlings, what a week it’s been! Buckle up, it's a story fit for a princess, a ballerina, a TutuQueen...that's me, Pink Tutu Sparkles! You may be thinking "Isn’t she ever off duty? This girl just can't stop wearing that pink tutu!". You're right, I just can’t help myself. It’s my raison d'etre, the fabric of my existence!

As you know, this fabulous journey started when I, Alex, a mere lab technician, fell head over heels for the graceful, flowy goodness of the tutu during a university fundraiser. From that moment, my destiny was set!

Anyway, back to Maidstone! After a slightly stressful ride on the 9:23 am express train, I was ready to take this delightful Kent town by storm. Honestly, it was a tad chaotic: I did end up swapping seats with a lady who insisted I’d get more legroom sitting on her lap, bless her! Apparently, this was because my pink tulle was somehow a fire hazard. My, oh my, they must be worried about that feather boa! But as they say, a queen doesn't stop for minor setbacks. After a cheeky little snack at the station – a delightful little sausage roll - and a dab of glitter on my nose (gotta be fabulous, even on the train, love!) I was off to my destination - a family fun day organised by the delightful Mrs. Crumpet (seriously, who doesn’t love a name like that!).

First up, was the “Tutu Parade,” and darling, it was everything a pink tutu-loving queen could wish for! Local kids with rainbow-bright colours, mums in elegant ballet tutus, even a grumpy grandpa trying out a fluffy lavender number…all joined together to create the most spectacular, whimsical, shimmering procession. My sparkly pink number, it goes without saying, was the most popular! My "Sparkle and twirl, don't be afraid" chant had the whole town twirling in unison, and oh, darling, the pictures? We’re talking the quintessential ‘joy of movement’ moment captured perfectly in pastel pink and rainbow!

As the parade made its way through the bustling market square, I met this adorable little girl, Lily, dressed head-to-toe in fluffy pink. I’m pretty sure her mum had sewn on little glitter accents on her tutu, oh my goodness! She was captivated by the sparkle of my gown, and you could see that she was just about to burst with the urge to dance. My instincts kicked in: “Little one,” I told her, “You must have a spin!” She looked at me with those big brown eyes and giggled - her delight was so infectious, I swear, a giggle fit must have spread through the crowd!

The parade eventually reached a little amphitheatre stage, where I was the special guest. The crowds had been waiting with anticipation – just as any proper pink tutu queen’s audience should! As soon as my sparkling gown caught the light, there was an awestruck hush followed by thunderous applause… I felt my own inner diva start to roar, as I glided onto the stage, my voice resonating with joy. For the next thirty minutes, I sang and danced, bringing that magic of tutu-filled twirls and the joy of ballet to a new generation. Oh, my darling, the joy in their faces, those wide eyes of wonder, and those contagious giggles … it reminded me why I put on my pink tutu and sing, to make dreams shimmer, to remind everyone of the beauty of twirling, to share the joy of expressing yourself through movement!

The grand finale, though, was everything. With a flash of pink, and a wave of my glittery feather boa, I presented the ‘Sparkle Star Award' to the youngest participant – a boy, bless him, sporting a blue tutu that shone brighter than a disco ball. The look on his face was priceless, his eyes sparkling with the delight of being recognised.

Later that evening, I found myself at the beautiful ‘Maidstone Rose Gardens’. It was so peaceful, bathed in the golden light of sunset. I sipped my herbal tea – an unexpected treat from a lovely little café in the park - while pondering the sheer magnificence of a simple pink tutu. It seemed to whisper to me that its power lay not only in its delightful fluffiness but in the reminder that there are always opportunities to bring joy to others.

It was a tutu-ful reminder, that a simple pink tutu can transform ordinary moments into magical memories. The journey, of course, wasn’t over, for tomorrow brings a brand new set of sparkles, a fresh set of feather boas and a chance to sprinkle joy over the next town! After all, as I often say, a little pink tutu can change the world – one dance, one smile, one glitter-filled giggle at a time. Until next time, dear darlings, remember: “There’s a bit of TutuQueen in all of us!”

Find more adventures and delightful stories from the TutuQueen's daily blog at www.pink-tutu.com - keep up with all my glittery antics, fabulous outfits, and most importantly, find the inner TutuQueen within YOU!