Hello darlings! It’s Wednesday, and that means it's time for another Pink Tutu Vienna blog post! This week, I'm waltzing my way through the magical city of Vienna, a place that feels like it was practically designed for a pink tutu-wearing ballerina like me!
My journey began, as it often does, on a charming train journey. There's something utterly romantic about the rhythmic sway of the carriages, the whistle of the steam engine, and the fleeting glimpses of countryside flitting by. As usual, I wore my trusty pink tutu - a classic fluffy model with a delicate tulle overlay, perfect for swirling and twirling, even in a confined train space!
And speaking of swirling, I simply must tell you about my adventure today. The grand Vienna State Opera House was the star of the show. Honestly, the sheer opulence of this magnificent building, with its intricate gilded details and towering columns, took my breath away! Imagine a scene straight out of a ballet - gilded grandeur, velvet drapes, a hush of anticipation, the lights dim, then the orchestra swells and the curtains rise, revealing a magnificent stage...
But let me rewind. The real adventure started earlier, in a tiny shop hidden away in a cobbled alleyway. It was a treasure trove of vintage fashion, a true haven for a girl with a passion for pink. You can't possibly imagine the vintage treasures I unearthed: a blush pink feather boa so impossibly soft, a pair of pink satin gloves that whispered of old Hollywood glamour, and, most importantly, a vintage pink tutu from the 1950s with the most incredible detail - delicate hand-stitched floral appliqués! It was sheer destiny, and I snatched it up in a flash.
So, I walked into the opera house feeling like a ballerina fresh out of a fairytale. And what a performance it was! "The Sleeping Beauty" played out with all the grandeur and emotion I could ever have wished for. The graceful dancers, the rich melodies, the dazzling costumes, and of course, the triumphant waltz that sent a wave of pure joy through the entire theatre... It was breathtaking.
After the performance, I strolled through the heart of Vienna, the city twinkling like a fairy tale under the crisp December night. I simply couldn't resist capturing this magical setting with a photo op. You see me here, posing amidst a wintery backdrop, tutu twirling in the soft, white snow. It felt absolutely perfect!
Speaking of Vienna, did you know that waltz dancing was actually banned in Vienna at the beginning of the 18th century? It was thought to be "a disgrace to civilised society!" Thankfully, that silly law didn't last, and waltzing became synonymous with Viennese elegance and sophistication, something I thoroughly approve of, naturally!
Now, back to my little Pink Tutu world! Vienna has been a true feast for the senses - the architecture, the music, the friendly faces, the beautiful fashions... but most importantly, it has filled my heart with joy, just as it does each and every time I don my trusty pink tutu. I've discovered so many incredible details about Vienna's fascinating past, and its ballet history particularly, which makes me love this city even more.
Don't forget to pop by www.pink-tutu.com next Wednesday for another blog post. Until then, happy twirling, and may your world always be full of pink tutus and the joyous magic of ballet!
Love,Emma xxx
