psychedeliclight

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,
I do like to be beside the sea,
I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom,
Where the brassbands play
Tiddley-om-pom-pom!
So just let me be beside the seaside,
I'll be beside myself with glee;
And there's lots of girls beside,
I should like to be beside,
Beside the seaside, beside the sea.



I feel like getting dressed up and going to the seaside. An old seaside.
With a pier and vintage penny arcades.
And Ice-cream and candy floss.
Odd souvenirs and tat!
Faded plastic signs and tea houses.
Oh how wonderful it would be.

The Victorians were incredible! But mental! They built our seasides.

I was looking at some old Victorian images and then I discovered this painting.

She is perfect!
The chair, the book, the fabric, the light. mmmmmm
They were so repressed but raging on the inside.
A lady revealing her wrist would've been enough to send a gentleman wild.
I love the thought of this.

So for my seaside visit I was thinking I should dress like this:

Looks like me huh?