Hello lovelies! Pink Tutu Sparkles here, back from the magical realm of Wellington, New Zealand, and bursting to tell you all about my fabulous adventure. Let me tell you, this trip was like a fairytale spun from glitter and sunshine, all topped off with a healthy dose of that oh-so-charming Kiwi charm.
Before I dive headfirst into my adventures, let me take you back a few weeks. You see, I'm a firm believer in embracing every opportunity to spread the joy of the pink tutu! And what better way to do that than to combine it with my other passion – travelling by horse! Imagine this: me, clad in my favourite pinkest tutu, perched atop a beautiful steed, riding through rolling countryside. Absolutely divine, right? Turns out, a fabulous lady in Derby had just the thing - a weekend horseback trek through the Peak District, all pink tutu-themed!
You see, this little Pink Tutu Sparkles is about to reveal her secret - a lot of my trips get funded by my little "pink tutu gigs." Whether it's a quirky charity event in Nottingham, a corporate fair in Sheffield, or even a flashmob in Manchester (yes, that was me who got the entire Market Square doing a tutu-themed routine! A triumph, I tell you!), each performance fuels the next grand adventure!
Anyway, I digress, dear readers. Back to Wellington, this absolute treasure of a city! After my invigorating horseback ride, I caught the train to London - of course, dressed to the nines in a powder blue, sequin-embellished tutu! And, let's not forget, a touch of pink in my floral headpiece, just to add a bit of my personal sparkle. Then, it was onto the long but scenic journey to the Southern Hemisphere, an adventure that had my inner child giddy with excitement!
Arriving in Wellington was a whirlwind of pink-tinted bliss. The vibrant city was practically buzzing with energy. I immediately fell head-over-heels for the incredible architecture, those beautifully weathered, pastel-colored buildings are straight out of a romantic film! And the Wellington waterfront...oh darling, it was straight out of a postcard, filled with little boats bobbing in the harbour, like dancing ballerinas, and seagulls gracefully pirouetting above.
Wellington is a city for the senses. There's something for everyone here, no matter your fancy! And when it comes to dance, you see, it's more than just my fancy; it's in my very soul. And boy, oh boy, Wellington is a dance-lover's paradise!
One of the highlights of my Wellington visit was the performance at the beautiful New Zealand Opera House. I mean, let's just say it was positively "en pointe." And as if that wasn't fabulous enough, the very next night, I found myself in the heart of the action at the Wellington Jazz Festival! A symphony of sound, swaying hips, and jazzy energy - truly electrifying!
But this darling wasn't about to simply admire the scene. I knew, in my heart, I had to be a part of the action. You see, Pink Tutu Sparkles can't resist a good time! So, I packed my trusty pink sequined tote bag filled with my signature "Pink Tutu Sparkles" glowsticks, and a suitcase filled with outfits that wouldn't have looked out of place in a fairyland!
As fate would have it, there was this open mic night in the coolest little café, and wouldn't you know it, I just had to get up there and grace those rafters with a special little "tutu-inspired" rendition of a famous ABBA classic. The crowd went wild, they simply adored it! Afterward, everyone wanted to know the secret to my sparkle - how did I manage to embody the spirit of pink tutus? It was easy, my darlings! It's all about a dash of confidence, a generous dollop of joie de vivre, and a whole lot of sparkle!
Of course, no trip to Wellington would be complete without indulging in their delicious culinary delights! From those incredible, perfectly fluffy, sweet "hokey pokey" ice creams to the mouth-watering "fish and chips" served up in charming seaside cafes, Wellington had my tastebuds dancing a happy jig! I found myself spending a delightful afternoon at one of their legendary farmers' markets, buying freshly picked blueberries and creamy goat cheese.
However, let me confess, as glamorous as my stay was, a tiny part of me still missed the comfort and familiarity of my own flat back in Derby. Sometimes, even the most fabulous adventures make you crave a good old-fashioned cup of tea and a comforting chat with the cats.
And what do you know? A couple of days into my stay, a sweet voice in the back of my mind said "it's time to get back to my laboratory, girl! That fabric analysis is not going to do itself! As glamorous as a tutu can be, there's just something incredibly satisfying about finally proving a fabric is, say, ten percent more resistant to stains thanks to my research. There's just this magical synergy between my day job and my drag. I think I learnt all those scientific concepts better because of my love for a flamboyant ballet performance!"
Now, I must dash! The London train is calling, beckoning me back to Derby with the promise of a cozy evening spent in my pink tutu PJs, watching the stars come out over the Derbyshire countryside. But oh, darling, one thing's for sure - Wellington will forever hold a special place in my sparkly, pink-tutu-clad heart!
Stay tuned, lovelies, for more thrilling tales and tutu-filled adventures! Don't forget to visit my website, www.pink-tutu.com, for all my latest adventures, outfits, and performances. You can even find tips for choosing the perfect pink tutu for you, and, dare I say, find the courage to wear it proudly, just like this little Pink Tutu Sparkles!
Until next time, spread the sparkle!
Yours eternally,
Pink Tutu Sparkles ✨
