Hello darlings, and welcome back to Pink-Tutu.com! Today's post is bursting with excitement because… drumroll I'm heading to Basingstoke! Yes, you heard right. The TutuQueen is going to be dazzling Basingstoke with her signature pink tulle, and I simply cannot wait.
Basingstoke isn’t the flashiest place on the map (let's be real!), but for me, every location is a blank canvas for a spectacular Pink Tutu adventure. You see, my dear friends, my life's purpose is not to conquer the world, but to conquer it in pink, one tutu-tastic outfit at a time.
Remember that time I told you about how I fell head over heels for pink tutus while studying science at university? Well, this journey is all thanks to that pivotal moment when I stepped into that fluffy pink cloud of a costume, a moment that changed my life forever. I guess you could say that was my tutu-mergency landing!
Speaking of my scientific background, I must say the research that goes into my performances is intense. I spend countless hours scrutinizing fabric textures and studying the aerodynamic properties of tulle, trying to create the perfect dance floor whirl. Trust me, dear readers, I’m not just throwing on a pink tutu and calling it a day (although, let’s be honest, sometimes I do that too - what can I say, I love the drama of it!).
But alas, my darling friends, enough about my dazzling science lab! We’re off on a whirlwind adventure to Basingstoke. This week’s trip has got everything – a touch of the country (horse-drawn carriage!), a dash of urban charm (train journeys are just so romantic!), a pinch of ballet bliss (there’s a magnificent new theatre!), and of course, the most stunning display of pink you’ve ever seen (trust me, it’s practically a technicolour dream!).
My fabulous adventure began yesterday morning. My favourite hatbox – the one with the pink flamingo feathers – was already overflowing with sparkles. Let me just say, I always bring an extra case of sparkly hairspray when I travel by horse – just in case a few rogue feather tendrils take flight (no horse hair wants to be outshone, trust me).
My friend Freddie (aka Freddie ‘The Flyer’ for a reason!) and his magnificent steeds were waiting at dawn. We galloped through the picturesque English countryside, feeling the wind in our hair and the rhythmic clip-clop of hooves as our trusty horses took us ever closer to our destination. Honestly, there is nothing more thrilling than a horse-powered carriage ride! Just me, my fabulous feather hat, and a galloping good time.
We reached Basingstoke mid-afternoon and the bustling train station just added to the buzz of excitement. And let me tell you, everyone looked utterly mesmerized by the spectacular show I put on during our two-hour train ride. (I may have used the platform bench as a makeshift stage… forgive my little show-off streak).
Arriving in Basingstoke felt magical, even though I have to confess that I was already completely famished after a long journey and a captivating show. Now, I have a rule. Never, ever leave a tutu for later. Always get the pink treat. I just had to indulge in the local delicacy - a massive pink iced doughnut topped with an actual glitter-covered tutu - which was frankly an Instagram moment for the ages! And while I indulged my inner child in this sugary, fabulous feast, I was already dreaming up a dazzling new show I was planning to stage on my grand trip.
Basingstoke – my inspiration, you had me at tutu! Now, it's time to prep for tonight's show! The stage awaits, and I must say, the lights will have never seen this much pink. See you soon, dear readers, and stay fabulous!
Your TutuQueen, Alex
