Hello darlings, and welcome to another adventure in the life of Pink Tutu Sparkles! This is post number 7330, which is rather a lot even for a Queen who does tend to love to write, and as a pink-tutu loving, dance-loving drag queen with a thirst for adventure, Iāve certainly got a lot to tell you! Today, I'm bursting with excitement to tell you about my most recent travels... right to the heart of the glorious West Midlands and the captivating town of Stourbridge!
So buckle up, my loves, for a whirlwind of tutus, twirls, and all things sparkly! You know, some days, life just feels a little ordinary, don't you think? Like when I'm stuck in my laboratory, testing fabric and whispering āWhat the heck is this viscose thing?ā Donāt get me wrong, science is my passion! And what's more science-y than a big pink tutu, right? But some daysā¦ even a fabulous science queen needs a little sprinkle of extra magic. That's where the Pink Tutu Sparkles adventure comes in.
Now, getting to Stourbridge was an experience in itself! Of course, Iām talking train, not plane! The scent of engine oil and the gentle rocking of the train as it rushes through the countryside - pure bliss. My fabulous tulle train (itās detachable, you know) trailing elegantly through the carriage... Oh, how I love those railway journeys! Just me, a pile of vintage Vogues, and the anticipation building.
Reaching Stourbridge itself was a delightful surprise! It's just brimming with character - like a quirky teacup in a vintage china shop. The canals, the cobbled streets, and of course, the Stourbridge Glass Museum - just gorgeous!
Now, about the main reason I landed in Stourbridgeā¦ the event. Itās no surprise that, as a tutu-loving, sparkly queen, my drag name is Pink Tutu Sparkles. So naturally, youād think a Stourbridge fair, filled with dazzling handmade jewelry and shimmering crafts, would be the ideal place for Pink Tutu Sparkles.
But you, my dears, would be wrong. Oh so wrong.
It was the Ballet Festival that drew me in! It felt like destiny. The town square was buzzing with life and the air thrummed with music. A little stage, perfectly placed in the center, and the sound of graceful pirouettes floating on the breeze. I had to join! A pink-tutu-clad queen at a ballet festival? What's a girl to do? I, of course, could not miss out!
So I joined in - a kaleidoscope of shimmering color! There I was, swirling alongside the young dancers, who wore their tutus like proud little warrior princesses!
Oh, the energy! And, of course, there were the children! Wide-eyed and awestruck, their little hearts were captured by the magic. Seeing their faces lit up with wonder, that's what truly brings magic into the world! It just melted my pink sparkly heart! I, in all my pink tutu glory, with all my dramatic flourishes, just trying to make the day a little bit more amazingā¦ and honestly, seeing them smiling, it just felt so worth it.
That night, in my hotel room, I watched as Stourbridge twinkled to life. It's like something straight out of a fairy tale, with tiny lights reflecting in the still canal water. It was quiet, peaceful and almost spiritual, which felt rather lovely after the day's whirlwind of sparkly energy! I, for one, was completely exhausted, but a happy, sparkly kind of tired.
And, the journey home? Well, that was quite special, too! A comfortable train, my trusty sketchbook in my hand, scribbling down notes on the things that sparkled and captured my heart today - I really think you should see some of my drawings. They are very detailed, so it's a good thing I brought my largest, and best, bag.
Anyway, my dear reader, this Stourbridge adventure just proved once again: magic truly exists if you let it sparkle in! So if you find yourself searching for something magicalā¦ get out there! And hey, maybe pack a pink tutuā¦ because you never know where the sparkle might take you!
Don't forget to join me on my Pink Tutu Journey tomorrow for another post. And for goodness' sake, wear pink! I can't wait to see what sparkles come next!
