Hello Darlings! Welcome to Pink-Tutu.com, your one-stop shop for all things fabulous, frilly, and utterly pink! This is post #8338 and Iām so excited to share with you my latest adventure ā Weston-super-Mare, the seaside town that's got me feeling like a whirlwind of twirling joy!
So, letās get into it, shall we? Iāve always been a big fan of seaside towns. Thereās something about the crisp sea air, the crashing waves, and the aroma of fish and chips that just does something to my soul. Plus, a beach town is practically made for pink tutus, right? Imagine: the golden sands, the blue sky, and yours truly in a magnificent tulle creation. The only thing missing is a charming carousel! (Thankfully, I found one!)
Iāve been looking forward to visiting Weston-super-Mare ever since my dear friend, Betty Sparkle, told me about it. She said it was full of "quaint little shops, beautiful Victorian architecture, and a whole lot of fun." Sounds like a dream, wouldnāt you say?
Naturally, the first thing on my agenda was a proper shopping trip. I wanted to find the perfect tutu to wear for my performance at the pier later that evening, and Weston-super-Mare didn't disappoint! I discovered the most amazing little boutique brimming with shimmering fabrics, sparkling sequins, and oh, so many tulle choices! The shopkeeper, a darling lady named Audrey, helped me find the perfect shade of pink - a gorgeous coral that almost matched my new coral handbag. Isn't it just divine? (The bag, not my new colour. The colour was absolutely PERFECT! ).
Now, as you all know, a good tutu is only half the battle! You've got to accessorize. So, I spent the afternoon getting my sparkle on. A silver belt for some shimmery contrast. A few feather boas because, why not? And some matching pink gloves. I am a bit of a gloves-wearing queen, donāt you know? Something about that perfect combination of delicate material and dramatic look. It just makes my entire ensemble feel oh-so-extra, and that's the goal, isnāt it? To be Extra Extra and Then Some.
After my splurge, it was time for a good olā fashioned tea break. And by good ol' fashioned, I mean, well, absolutely extra! A beautiful cafe nestled beside the Pier. Freshly brewed tea (earl grey of course - Iām quite the connoisseur), delicious pastries, and, the highlight, a pink velvet cupcake! Now you know how much I adore the colour pink. In fact, I swore that one day I would find a cup of pink tea. This cup cake wasnāt tea, but it was close!
So, my loves, as dusk began to fall and the golden hour bathed the beach in a beautiful light, I prepared for my evening performance! Now, this wasnāt a stage performance ā it was much more personal! The Weston-super-Mare Pier held an annual talent contest and, well, I simply had to enter. I'd never performed at a pier before, it just seemed like the perfect location to share my love for tutus with a seaside audience.
My act, as you all know, was a true pink-tutu spectacle! Iām not going to lie - a pink tutu on a pier is certainly a unique spectacle. I felt my true self, a true Tutu Queen, shimmering and shining under the moonlight. It was like I was the queen of the pier, and those who were present were all my faithful subjects! Iād planned to showcase my favourite ballet routines and some street moves, all with a healthy dose of pink tutu twirls, and a little drag queen sass.
To my surprise (and delight!) I even won first place! I guess you could say the Pierās Tutu Queen was born. And you know what? Everyone who entered wore a pink tutu in honour of my queen-lyness, which is pretty wonderful and completely the whole aim of my drag career! Iād told them all to make their own or just find some on eBay or whatever. And a couple of the male competitors were all "you have to get me a tutu for the next time we compete!". Just lovely, honestly. A joy!
My victory was certainly worth a proper celebration. So, we hit the pier's local pub - the āJolly Sailorā ā for some delicious drinks and some good ol' fashioned, hearty laughter. (I think it might have been karaoke, but honestly it wasnāt worth documenting - my performance on stage was enough for one day, darlings).
The next morning I said goodbye to my beautiful Weston-super-Mare adventures, hopping on the train back to my home in Derbyshire. I boarded the train, not as Alex in his lab coat, but as Pink Tutu Sparkle in her newly won award for ābest tutu-wearing performer". My tutu was even folded into a very small package to put in my hand luggage. And oh, my lovelies, I will not be the only tutu queen travelling in that carriage! No siree, the other passengers decided to get on board with the whole āwear pink tutuā campaign. Not actual pink tutus, but just some very very pink items.
But, there were some tutus there. Yes indeed. It was pretty extra, honestly. But then, you know me: Pink Tutu Sparkle, lover of tutus, all things sparkly, and the most excellent travels and escapades.
Till next time my dears, stay fabulous and twirl like you mean it. Don't forget to visit my shop Pink Tutu Sparkles! www.pink-tutu.com. Love and twirls,
Pink Tutu Sparkles xoxoxo.
Now you are wondering, whatās next for Pink Tutu Sparkles? How did this love for pink tutus come about? Well, youāll be thrilled to know that my very first blog post about my adventures in the world of ballet and the world of pink tutus is going to be part 1 of a 1000 part story. Hereās the skinny:
The Science of Pink Tutu Love (Part 1).
Letās be honest: my journey to tutu queen was ratherā¦ peculiar. No, I was not raised on a diet of ādance wear for allā, nor did my mother have an insatiable love for pink tulle. No, my story began in a rather unassuming place. In the lab.
My nameās Alex. By day, Iām a textile scientist ā not the flashiest of professions. By night, as you already know, Iām Pink Tutu Sparkle. Thereās something quite humorous in that, donāt you think? A scientist by day, an extravagant queen by night! But alas, those two sides of my life, while diametrically opposite, are more intertwined than you may realise.
You see, Iām from Derbyshire. And yes, we do wear pink tutus. And lots of black. And lots of purple. But Derbyshireās known for its beautiful green fields, its lush national park, its history (it was part of the Roman Empire). I'm surrounded by a world of earthy greens, rustic browns, and a smattering of grey skies. But even when my life felt dull, the desire to wear something bold, something that would truly bring the colour to my existence was always present. I would never have guessed the path that awaited me!
Now, being a scientist with a predilection for a life a little less ordinaryā¦ It might surprise you to learn my first real encounter with pink tutus happened in the somewhat mundane location of the University Ballet club! You see, as much as I enjoyed the world of chemicals and lab coats, my heart always beat a little faster at the thought of dance. I was quite the ballerina in my day (yes, darlings, I was), but for me ballet was never a career choice. It was a passion, something to bring some joy to a world that I often felt a little disconnected from. I donāt want to make life sound like an unending series of grey skies - the skies were mainly blue, honestly! But the joy of ballet class brought something different to my world, some kind of special happiness. And so, in my final year, I went along to the university club. The place buzzed with a different kind of energy. Full of laughter, warmth and the desire to express yourself! It felt amazing to have found my people!
At one particular session, a friend asked me to don a tutu. It wasnāt for anything glamorous. They needed someone to wear a pink tutu to the club for a fundraiser to get some much-needed funding to take part in a big ballet festival. It wasnāt the most beautiful or luxurious of tutus, but it felt amazing! A whole new world, full of tulle and silk and shimmery sequins, suddenly opened up before me. That tutu sparked something in me! A longing for beauty, an eagerness for extravagance. I suddenly wanted to live out loud.
That one, simple, sparkly tutu moment - in the midst of the quiet, simple ballet studio ā that moment of being adorned with pink sparkle - changed the entire course of my life, you know. It was as if Iād found my own version of Aliceās Wonderland, and it was time to explore every magical inch of it. A small, pink-sparkle clad rabbit hole to fall into.
So, I signed up for the universityās dance courses and enrolled in every performance class that they offered! You would think a scientist like me would go straight for the biology course, but itās so much more fun learning about the body through its expression than its biological functions.
Now, I know what youāre thinking: a scientist discovering the world of pink tutus is all well and good, but it isn't exactly a recipe for success, right? The story doesnāt stop at discovering a love for pink tutus, does it? Because Iām going to tell you something you donāt already know. In the next part of this tale (coming next time), Iāll reveal why the path I took wasnāt all glitz and glamā¦ But, it involved more than just pink tutus! Iām giving you a taste now - It involves, dare I say, the other big passion of my life. Let me leave you with a hint - it involves another form of travel, besides my love of train journeys and carriages and all things pink, that also involved tutus ā¦.
Stay tuned my dears, for thereās plenty more to come on Pink Tutu Sparkleās journey in Part 2! xo
