#PinkTutuVienna blog on 2010-08-04

Well, hello my lovelies! It's your favourite pink-clad ballerina, Emma, back from the breathtakingly beautiful Vienna. This week, we're waltzing into Wednesday with a flurry of tutus and a pinch of Viennese charm!

This post is bursting at the seams with Viennese wonders, just like my wardrobe with my latest collection of pink tulle. It's official, I've fallen head over heels for this city. It's practically bursting with waltz tunes and enchanting old-world charm. Even the pigeons wear top hats! 😉

Let's dive in, shall we?

This week's adventure began with a grand journey from my darling Derbyshire to the Austrian capital. I travelled, as usual, in the most elegant fashion: by train! I always feel a twinge of nostalgia when I step on a train, a feeling I imagine closely resembles what ballet dancers feel when they take to the stage. It's a kind of journey through time and a sense of arriving in another world, ready to explore.

Speaking of arrival, this train ride was extra special because I brought along a surprise! I know what you're thinking, darling, a new pink tutu? Oh, you know me so well! This time, however, my newest travel companion was a trusty little chestnut mare called Tilly. Yes, Tilly and I rode a magnificent carriage from the train station to the centre of Vienna, her soft hooves making a gentle rhythm on the cobblestone streets.

As Tilly and I trotted through the cobbled streets, the Vienna State Opera House beckoned me like a beautiful butterfly. I've been yearning to see this glorious building since I was a child. The Opera House is so beautifully preserved, it practically glows.

My heart practically soared as I entered the grand foyer. Everything felt like a scene out of a ballet – intricate frescoes on the ceiling, chandeliers like sparkling stars, and whispers of forgotten grandeur on the air. I imagined all the incredible ballerinas who had graced the stage before me – Anna Pavlova, Margot Fonteyn… It made me feel like I was walking in their footsteps.

My heart a-flutter, I took my place in the plush velvet seating of the theatre and waited in eager anticipation. Tonight was a magical treat - “Swan Lake” with the Vienna State Ballet! From the first note of the beautiful Tchaikovsky score to the final bow, I was absolutely transported. The dancers, were ethereal, gliding through the performance with such precision and emotion. I watched, utterly captivated, my own ballerina soul swirling with their every graceful step.

The Vienna State Ballet certainly put my own tutu skills to shame! But let’s face it, there’s nothing more glamorous than watching a flawless performance from the front row in a city steeped in such rich history.

A ballerina needs her tutus, and a tutu enthusiast like myself? Well, a day simply can’t go by without a bit of retail therapy! I managed to slip away from the magic of Vienna’s classical tunes to a delightful boutique bursting with delicate fabric, vibrant colours, and, of course, a generous amount of pink.

For hours, I swirled, twirled and shimmied, trying on tulle creations fit for a fairytale. In the end, my purchases filled my travel bag to the brim! Imagine a baby pink tutu that would make even a royal princess jealous, adorned with sparkling crystal detailing and an embroidered design that twinkles like morning dew.

Don’t worry, my dear readers, I will be sharing these exquisite designs in an upcoming blog post! Stay tuned!

Now, I can't talk about Vienna without mentioning the charming little alleyways, cobbled streets lined with cafes, and romantic architecture that truly makes this city unforgettable. Everywhere you look, there’s a photo opportunity begging to be captured – cobblestones glittering in the sunshine, blooming window boxes in every hue, and elegant horses pulling carriages through the streets, their hooves clopping to the rhythm of street musicians playing classic waltzes.

Oh, and have you tried Viennese coffee? It's positively delightful. Sipping my steaming espresso, nestled on a sun-drenched terrace, while watching the city come alive around me… there's a touch of magic in the air, a sweetness, a lightness that lingers in your soul long after the coffee cup has gone.

And I have to mention the delightful fashion! The Viennese women know their style - delicate dresses flowing with movement, pastel hues echoing the spring blossoms lining the streets, and hats that speak volumes of individual style. It’s truly a pleasure to wander through the streets and observe this stylish and sophisticated crowd.

Speaking of fashion, it was a bit too chilly for a full pink tutu promenade around Vienna. But even on the crisp Austrian air, a girl can make a statement, right? You’ll have to forgive me, darlings, but a little pink tutu always has a place in my life.

My pink tutu and I spent some quality time exploring Vienna’s beautiful parks, laughing with the local children who giggled over my attire, and striking up conversations with amused locals about my mission to “spread the pink tutu love”. You wouldn't believe the joyful enthusiasm! It’s clear, pink tutus are a universal language, bridging even the largest cultural differences.

And so, my lovelies, the waltz concludes. Back in my Derbyshire home, my trusty laptop hums with new blog post ideas and my heart brims with fond memories of this delightful Austrian city.

Until next week, when we'll be exploring a new, pink-tutu filled adventure! Remember, a pink tutu makes every journey a joyful celebration!

I’m sending you all big, pink tutu-ful hugs!

Until next Wednesday,

Your dearest Emma,

P.S. Remember to check out the amazing tutu collections in my upcoming blog posts, darlings! Get ready to unleash your inner ballerina and get your pink tutus ready to twirl! We're going to create a pink tutu symphony around the world, one step at a time! ✨💕

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