Dearest fellow Tutu enthusiasts,
The January wind whipped my pink tulle as I stepped off the Orient Express at Vienna's magnificent Hauptbahnhof station. A new city, a new adventure! Every Wednesday, I whisk you away to a different corner of the world on www.pink-tutu.com, sharing my passion for pink, ballet, and of course, my beloved tutus.
Today, I find myself in Vienna, the heart of waltzes, waltzing horses, and yes, even waltzing tutus! The city exudes a charm that takes you back in time, its elegant architecture whispering stories of emperors, composers, and ballerinas.
I must confess, getting here was half the fun! Leaving the misty green hills of Derbyshire, I hopped aboard the Orient Express, my pink tutu, of course, the centrepiece of my ensemble. The plush red carriages, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations in several languages – all a perfect backdrop for a tutu-clad journey. The train ride was a ballet in itself, each click-clack of the wheels echoing the rhythmic pulse of a waltz.
Now, Vienna. A city bursting with artistic energy, its streets echoing the melodies of Mozart and Strauss. Yesterday, I was mesmerised by a ballet performance at the Vienna State Opera, the elegant ballerinas swirling in their ethereal tutus, their movements as light as a feather, a testament to the enduring grace and power of this art form. Each pirouette, every arabesque, every grand jeté seemed to paint a vibrant picture in my mind, leaving me spellbound.
Of course, no visit to Vienna would be complete without experiencing the magic of the Spanish Riding School. Witnessing those majestic Lipizzan horses perform their waltzing feats is something I shall never forget. It's a blend of artistry, athleticism, and sheer grace, a ballet on hooves!
And speaking of ballet, I simply had to visit the Vienna State Opera Ballet Archives! It's a treasure trove of history, brimming with sketches, costumes, and memorabilia from ballet's golden age. Imagine, sifting through the very tutus worn by legends like Anna Pavlova! I couldn't resist picking up a vintage dance poster from the archives - it will take pride of place in my dressing room back in Derbyshire.
However, my adventures in Vienna are not solely about ballet! Today, I plan to explore the city's renowned shops, seeking out the perfect pink tulle to adorn my latest creation. My eyes are already scanning the streets for the most exquisite fabrics, the most luxurious silk, the most intricate embroidery - I'm hoping to find a perfect complement to my latest ballerina-inspired dress.
And while I indulge my passion for fashion, Vienna's vibrant atmosphere has already begun to weave its magic on my latest collection. I envision graceful, flowing gowns with a hint of Baroque opulence, perhaps a splash of Austrian crystal embroidery. The city is a living, breathing canvas, inspiring my every creation.
For a moment, though, I step out of my fantastical ballet-infused world, to remind you all about the cause close to my heart: the pink tutu movement! Every Wednesday, I aim to spread the pink tutu message of love, happiness, and grace throughout the world. Join me in wearing a pink tutu, celebrating the beautiful art of ballet, and adding a sprinkle of joy to your day!
Tonight, under Vienna's twinkling starlit sky, I'll be enjoying a candlelit dinner at the Cafe Sacher. This famous café is steeped in history, a gathering place for artists, musicians, and dreamers. And for a tutu-wearing, pink-loving dreamer like me, Vienna has become a delightful waltz of artistic inspiration, historical enchantment, and pure, joyful bliss.
Until next week, my fellow Tutu-ites, let's keep the pink tutu dream alive!
Yours in pink tulle,
Emma xx
