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Tutu and Ballet News

Darlings! Itā€™s your girl, Pippa Prance, here, fresh from the Royal Opera House, and oh my, have I got a story for you. You simply wonā€™t believe this one. Itā€™s all aboutā€¦ tutus! Yes, darling, those fabulous little frocks that we ballet bunnies adore. Today was not a day for tutus. Not at all.

You see, this afternoon, a most peculiar event occurred. We were all gathered for the rehearsal of a new ballet, a very grand affair with lots of grand jetĆ©s and some fancy footwork that would make your head spin. Now, Iā€™m not a stickler for tradition ā€“ I like a good tutu as much as the next dancer, darling ā€“ but let me tell you, todayā€™s sartorial spectacle took the biscuit!

You see, it appears that the new choreographer, darling ā€“ bless her little cotton socks ā€“ thought that a fresh twist was in order, and wouldnā€™t you know it, she opted for a complete overhaul of the tutuā€¦ And what an overhaul! Apparently, in her pursuit of "modernity", this delightful dear had chosenā€¦ drumroll pleaseā€¦ leather tutus!

I repeat, *leather* tutus. You're right. Ahem! It wasā€¦ let's say an adventurous choice. I'm all for shaking things up, darling, but, let's just say these tutus were not what the doctors ordered! The look was, dare I say, a little "dominatrix on the dance floor" - a touch, letā€™s say, "out there"! The dancers were all, naturally, rather flabbergasted. Who could blame them, darling? They all looked like they were going out for a night at a motorbike rally instead of twirling about like ballerinas.

The whole scene was a complete, well, fiasco! Imagine: A room full of ballerinas, legs perfectly toned, hair perfectly coiffed, their faces filled with horror as they tried to make the leather tutus do their bidding. Now, those of you whoā€™ve been to a ballet will know, a dancer's posture is key! But darling, Iā€™ve never seen so much **stiff**-ness in my life, even those seasoned dancers could barely move a muscle in those leathery monstrosities! The only grand jete that occurred that afternoon was a *grand jetĆ©* onto the floor after the dancers slipped trying to do their moves in this crazy new gear. The poor, dear dancers had their faces stuck firmly between their clenched fists trying desperately to control their tutus, their expressions a mixture of mortification and resignation. It was like watching a tragicomedy! And darling, youā€™re simply not going to believe what happened next.

All of a sudden, amidst this chaotic scenario, we had one of the bravest souls of them all, a tiny little ballerina, darling, about as wide as your handbag ā€“ Iā€™m guessing she could still use her school uniform, darling, such a little darling - decide she'd had enough. She stopped, planted her tiny pointe shoes firmly on the stage floor, and simply stated to the choreographer, "Darling, no way. No more. Get me my traditional tutu." This announcement, darling, ignited a mutiny, it was a roar of agreement from the entire cast, ā€œGo get your traditional tutu!ā€ they all cried in unison and so she did.

In a matter of minutes, the stage was transformed, darlings, those leather tutus were banished to the depths of the wardrobe and those exquisite, classic tutus were donned in their rightful place, billowing with such graceful elegance.

Well, that put a stop to the whole "dominatrix-on-the-dance-floor" business. It seems that even a leather tutu canā€™t keep a good ballet ballerina down! The afternoon finished in a whirl of grace, and the performance of the grand finale was exquisite. Now, this just goes to show you, darling, you can't replace tradition just because something is ā€œnewā€.

But my dears, do not think this was all! As youā€™d expect darling, this news of this rather tragic **tutu-tragedy** is rippling through the ballet world. Iā€™ve heard rumours, just whisper it, darling ā€“ do not quote me! ā€“ but whispers tell me this rather outlandish ā€œleatherā€ outfit is now headed towards the ā€œNew York Balletā€. Darling, we will all be praying they do not follow suitā€¦ And my dears, we shall keep you updated. The ballet world is buzzing, and if thereā€™s anything we learn this month, itā€™s this ā€“ tradition canā€™t be tossed to the side, darlings, for the sake of "something new." The only real ā€œrevolutionā€ we need in ballet is more elegance. It seems tradition truly does reign supreme. And letā€™s face it, when it comes to those tulle-clad tutus, there really isnā€™t any replacement.