Hello darlings! Pink Tutu Sparkles here, back with another travel adventure, and let me tell you, Didcot was an absolute hoot! š
You see, my love for trains knows no bounds. Thereās just something magical about those rumbling carriages, the clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks, the whiff of fresh air as you pass through rolling countryside. Itās a real sensory overload! And the journey itself? Pure joy, pure glittery pink delight! It's like being in my own personal ballet, a whirl of sequins and tulle.
So, when the opportunity came to perform at the Didcot Railway Centre, I knew I had to hop aboard. Didcot, darling, is a haven for steam train enthusiasts, so there was an abundance of dapper chaps and lovely ladies in period costumes. They just loved my pink tutu, even those who couldnāt quite wrap their minds around a drag queen with a fondness for all things twirly!
My day began at Paddington station. Now, you all know Paddington is one of London's main arteries for trains and I love the place. That bear knows a thing or two about adventure, too, which is probably why his heart is full of love for trains! He's an inspiration to us all.
My outfit? You know I canāt be caught dead without a pink tutu. This one was a vintage number, a classic tulle delight with cascading layers of glittery goodness, and a matching pink feather boa. A splash of scarlet eyeshadow and some shimmering pink lipstick completed my look, making me the epitome of vibrant pink joy. Of course, it was all topped off with a sparkly pink fascinator for an extra dash of whimsy! And naturally, a pair of comfy pink ballet shoes were my chosen foot wear. My heart throbbed a happy pink beat as I twirled and sashayed my way through the station. A young lad (who had never seen a pink tutu before) asked me to sign his āThomas the Tank Engineā autograph book - how adorable! Iāll treasure this memory for sure.
When I arrived at Didcot, I couldnāt help but squeal with delight. Imagine all those steam engines, their powerful whistles echoing through the air, their steamy breath creating plumes of cottony white! Itās a sight, my dears, a sheer marvel!
My performance was in the stationās grand hall, a glorious space filled with the sounds of excited chatter and the clang of metal. The crowds flocked in for my act. The Didcot folks really did give me a warm welcome. There were laughs, cheers, and lots of pictures, which was always the plan. My set list featured all my favourites ā āDiamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend,ā "You Are My Sunshine" and of course, a rousing rendition of "Pink Tutu Fairy" my self-composed masterpiece. It wouldn't be a Pink Tutu Sparkles performance without that song.
One highlight was when a little girl, barely five, approached me after my show. With a grin wider than the Thames, she declared: "I want to be a Pink Tutu Sparkle when I grow up!ā Thatās what itās all about, isn't it, spreading the joy of tutus and the power of self-expression, inspiring little ones to embrace their true selves. I told her the only thing she needs is a pink tutu. A vision of pink tutus as a new form of school uniform flitted through my mind...but thatās for another time.
The rest of the day was spent exploring the railway centre, my pink tutu twirling gracefully among the throngs of excited railway enthusiasts. From lovingly restored steam locomotives to an exhibition of fascinating vintage railway memorabilia, there was something for everyone.
Of course, I couldn't resist purchasing a few treasures. A delicate Victorian-style porcelain teacup, featuring a pink tutu-clad ballerina, and a vintage railway poster ā both now adorn my Pink Tutu apartment with great panache! It wouldn't be a Pink Tutu Sparkles trip without a spot of shopping - its good for the soul and a fantastic opportunity to get more pink items to complete the pinkified world I dream of creating.
The journey back to London, filled with the sounds of chuffing engines and the scent of coal smoke, was like a pink cloud dream. Just as I thought I couldnāt possibly feel more transported, a sweet, old lady in a charming tweed coat, pulled out her phone and, with a wide smile, declared she'd been a fan since she first saw my ātutu twirlingā routine in Nottingham! She asked for my autograph, she wanted to have a picture with me, and she was simply thrilled by my flamboyant persona, it made my heart sing. It's such a delight to know that my Pink Tutu magic reaches people from all walks of life.
So, until next time, darlings, keep on twirling and spreading the Pink Tutu love! Don't forget to pop by www.pink-tutu.com, I've been busy uploading all my Didcot adventure snaps and am creating a new āTutu Time Capsuleā series, featuring all of the lovely pink finds I collected in Didcot. Itās a whirlwind of sparkly joy.
As always, donāt forget: youāre beautiful, you're amazing, and youāre all a Pink Tutu Sparkles in your own way! ššš
Love always, Pink Tutu Sparkles xox
