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#TutuBlog 2011-09-01 in Streatham with a purple tutu.

Streatham Sparkle: Tutu Adventures in South London

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Oh, hello darlings! Emma here, your friendly neighbourhood tutu-obsessed ballerina, back with another adventure. Today we’re heading south, leaving my beloved Derbyshire countryside for a day of London sparkle! Now, you know me - I’m a city girl at heart, so the allure of a busy city is never far from my mind.

But first, coffee! It wouldn't be a day in London without a perfectly frothed latte (extra whipped cream, please!), so I stopped at this darling little cafĆ© called ā€œThe Pink Flamingoā€ - how could I resist?! It's a perfect pastel pink, with fairy lights strung across the ceiling. They even had a tiny stage in the corner with a fluffy pink tutu on display, ready for its aspiring ballerina. They certainly understand the power of pink!

Feeling appropriately caffeinated and utterly inspired, I packed my tutu for the journey (always, my darlings, always!), which happened to be a vibrant, dazzling purple one with delicate sequins, because, well, it’s Streatham we’re talking about! I had to dress for the occasion.

Speaking of getting there… train journeys are absolutely divine, a world away from the chaos of the city. A glass of wine, some music, and maybe even a peek at a new novel - who needs the Underground, when you have that quiet luxury of the train carriage all to yourself?

Streatham’s a real hidden gem! I knew I'd find the most gorgeous antique shop, and I was right. It was practically bursting with treasures! I could've spent hours lost in the antique lace and delicate porcelain, but I knew I had a real treat in store… Ballet!

It was a performance by The National Ballet School at Streatham Hill Theatre, and oh my, what a joy! It was their interpretation of "Giselle," and I just can't even express how powerful it was. The grace, the strength, the sheer emotion - it was like magic, and those tutus, well, let’s just say I may have had a touch of envy in my heart.

After the performance, I was completely starstruck, so naturally, I popped over to the ballet studio attached to the theatre. What a delight! A room filled with mirrors, ballet bars, and some very enthusiastic dancers, from little ones just discovering the magic of ballet to seasoned professionals with that confident air I adore. I actually spent a good half an hour in there, watching them rehearse, feeling so inspired by their passion and dedication.

It’s funny, though… seeing those incredible dancers, feeling the energy of the studio, just solidified my feeling: I want everyone to wear a tutu. Why? Because it’s all about celebrating movement, expression, joy, and embracing those little touches of magic in everyday life!

I couldn't leave without a trip to the nearby Streatham Common. And what did I find there? The most beautiful peacocks strutting around with their amazing plumage! It felt like stepping right into a storybook. I was instantly transported to another world. A quick, elegant dance, and I was lost in the rhythm of nature. There’s something truly magical about nature and a sprinkle of elegance. It just feels right.

I’ll admit, by this point, my feet were tired (what ballerina doesn’t have tired feet after a day like this?!). The beauty of London, you see, is that everywhere you look, there’s something new to discover. That’s why I just couldn’t leave without treating myself to a truly fabulous cup of tea and some delicate scones, complete with clotted cream and jam! Of course, the shop was charming - pink floral wallpaper, dainty china cups, and even a little pink tutu perched on the cash register. A little touch of my own heart in this wonderful place.

And you know what? By the end of my day in Streatham, I felt like I’d been swept away on a whirlwind adventure of grace, elegance, and pure, unadulterated magic. Streatham… I’ll definitely be back for more!

So, darling readers, remember: every day is an opportunity for a bit of sparkle. A trip to a ballet show, a new outfit, or maybe just a peek into an antique shop... whatever it is, make it count, and embrace that inner magic. I know I will!

And now, if you’ll excuse me, my tutu is calling. More adventures await!

P.S. Don't forget to join me on www.pink-tutu.com - your daily dose of tutus, inspiration, and a dash of pink!

#TutuBlog 2011-09-01 in Streatham with a purple tutu.