#5440 - Posted on Pink-Tutu.com, November 22nd, 2014
Darling readers, prepare to be utterly bedazzled, because Pink Tutu Sparkles is back, and this time I’m waltzing straight into your hearts from the beautiful, bustling seaside town of Brighton!
It’s no secret that this fashion-forward queen simply adores a trip by train. The clickety-clack of the rails and the view rushing past the windows always fill me with an air of anticipation and excitement. It's the perfect time for a spot of glamorous daydreaming in my pinkest pink outfit – a soft pink floral printed frock and my favourite blush pink beret with a sparkly pin, naturally! This trip was a particularly joyous journey because my darling friend, Willow, and I were off to catch the latest Royal Ballet performance. Oh, how I love the graceful flow of a ballet dancer, their movements so ethereal and beautiful! I think every day should begin with a twirl, wouldn't you agree?
And speaking of twirls, you can be sure Brighton welcomed me with open arms, or at least an open market full of flamboyant colourful costumes and trinkets. As I stepped onto the cobblestones, the salty air seemed to sparkle with glitter, and the bright sunshine, reflecting off the charming Georgian architecture, painted the whole scene in a rosy hue. This is what I call a quintessential seaside getaway!
First stop, the glorious Brighton Pier! Oh, it's simply magical – a wonderland of flashing lights, funfair rides, the scent of salty air and candy floss. This Queen found herself captivated by the colours and sounds – every whirring wheel and flickering bulb felt like a little explosion of pure delight!
After an exhilarating whirl on the Ferris wheel, Willow and I set off for the famous Lanes of Brighton – a quirky, cobbled paradise filled with boutiques, cafés and antique shops, each one as unique as the last. I couldn’t resist trying on a stunning coral-pink silk dress with feathers and sequins. Imagine me twirling like a ballerina with the waves crashing on the beach just outside, a vision of utter elegance! After several outfit changes, we settled on a vintage pastel-pink lace bolero for me, and Willow chose a sunshine-yellow beret to match her flowing lemon-yellow maxi dress.
As the day wore on, and our shopping bags bulged with delightful treasures, we ventured out to find the perfect spot for tea. A delightful Victorian tea room overlooking the sea presented itself, complete with charming porcelain teacups, teas served with the delicate grace of a dance, and delicate little pink cakes, each one a small piece of edible perfection.
In the evening, Willow and I finally got to indulge in the grand event that drew us to this charming town – a ballet performance at the stunning Theatre Royal Brighton. The theatre was a symphony of opulent decoration. From the intricate painted ceilings to the velvet plush seats, everything sparkled under the dazzling chandeliers. The air hummed with an infectious sense of excitement and the gentle murmur of anticipation as the audience awaited the curtain to rise.
The performance itself was a beautiful dance of light and shade, of delicate movements and poignant gestures. As the ballet concluded with the dancers taking their final bow, a wave of thunderous applause rippled through the auditorium. It was the perfect ending to an already magical day.
Leaving the Theatre Royal, feeling like my heart was bursting with a million tiny sparkling pink sequins, we strolled past the iconic Royal Pavilion, the former home of Prince George, its dome shining like a luminous pearl. Brighton at night seemed even more magical, the soft glow of the lampposts highlighting its charm, the wind rustling through the palm trees, the distant roar of the waves like a gentle lullaby.
Oh, I can’t help but mention, my darling reader, that the star of the show for this pink-loving queen, was, of course, the stunning Brighton Pier, lit up like a jewel against the starlit sky. You’ve just got to love a good nighttime spectacle!
But even a queen must rest. After a morning filled with delightful conversations over freshly baked croissants and a final exploration of the beach, it was time for Pink Tutu Sparkles to make her grand exit, her journey a whirl of sunshine, sparkling seashells and delicious memories! Brighton was simply brimming with charm and elegance, with an atmosphere so welcoming, you felt like you’d arrived in a fairytale. My travels to Brighton proved that a dash of pink, a sprinkle of glitter, and a whole lot of love are all you need for a magical time, no matter where you are in the world!
And darling reader, remember – the world’s a far better place with a little bit of pink tutu sparkle, so do embrace the whimsy and get twirling! Stay fabulous!
Until next time!
Love and glitter,
Pink Tutu Sparkles xxx
