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ninanevermore) wrote2010-03-10 01:11 pm
ninanevermore) wrote2010-03-10 01:11 pm
Wednesday – Like a Princess
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“Use these to draw a picture of yourself,” he told me, handing me a sheet of paper and some tubes of colored glitter-glue dispensers.
“A picture of myself?”
“Yes, wearing a dress.”
I don’t wear skirts or dresses very much, in large part because you have to pay attention to how you sit when you wear them. I am a little over 5 feet tall, and since my feet don’t touch the floor in every chair that I sit in I’m often tempted to wrap my legs around the legs of the chair so they don’t dangle in the air. I’ve found that trousers save me and the person sitting across me a lot of embarrassment, and so they are my garment of choice. Sweet Pea has been looking at my wedding photos, though, and my wedding was one occasion where I did wear a dress. It was long, so it didn’t matter how I sat in it.
My color choices were limited, so I had to make due. I used a green tube of glitter glue to draw a dress and give me dots for eyes, some gold glitter to draw my hair, red glitter for my lips and cheeks, and silver glitter for my arms and face. I started to draw some legs beneath the dress when Sweet Pea told me to stop.
“No! I want your feet under the dress!”
Uh-oh, my bad. I wiped the leg glitter off wth my thumb and I used some more green glitter to put a long ruffle on the dress so it wouldn’t look like I had stumpy legs. I put the toes of my shoes peeking out from beneath the ruffle, and showed him the results.
“There. Is that good?”
“Uh-huh. You look beautiful, Mommy, like a princess.”
This is what he told me when he first saw the wedding pictures, too. There almost were no photos from my wedding. Since I am so phobic about having my photo taken, I refused to pay for a photographer. My step-sister had just gotten a new camera she was very proud of, and she stepped in and took photos as part of her wedding gift to me. I thanked her politely at the time and put the photos in an album, but I’d never felt felt thankful until my 5-year-old son saw the pictures and was so impressed by them. He had heard about a wedding cake that day and was asking what one looked like, having never been to an actual wedding himself. I got out the album to show him the photos of the cake, not of me. When he saw me as he’d never seen me – wearing a long dress, my hair up and my face framed with the satin flowers that adorned my veil – he was amazed.
“You look beautiful, Mommy! You look like a princess!” He has, of course, never seen an actual princess, any more than he’s seen an actual wedding. He’s seen a few in movies on TV and this makes him enough of an expert to know one when he sees one. Every princess in the movies is beautiful, so to be told I look like one is a pretty high compliment.
I am 40. I am a little over 5 feet tall. I have a tendency toward plumpness. I don’t feel much like a princess. But when he tells me I am beautiful like a princess, I don’t only feel beautiful: I feel like a queen.
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.
.
“Use these to draw a picture of yourself,” he told me, handing me a sheet of paper and some tubes of colored glitter-glue dispensers.
“A picture of myself?”
“Yes, wearing a dress.”
I don’t wear skirts or dresses very much, in large part because you have to pay attention to how you sit when you wear them. I am a little over 5 feet tall, and since my feet don’t touch the floor in every chair that I sit in I’m often tempted to wrap my legs around the legs of the chair so they don’t dangle in the air. I’ve found that trousers save me and the person sitting across me a lot of embarrassment, and so they are my garment of choice. Sweet Pea has been looking at my wedding photos, though, and my wedding was one occasion where I did wear a dress. It was long, so it didn’t matter how I sat in it.
My color choices were limited, so I had to make due. I used a green tube of glitter glue to draw a dress and give me dots for eyes, some gold glitter to draw my hair, red glitter for my lips and cheeks, and silver glitter for my arms and face. I started to draw some legs beneath the dress when Sweet Pea told me to stop.
“No! I want your feet under the dress!”
Uh-oh, my bad. I wiped the leg glitter off wth my thumb and I used some more green glitter to put a long ruffle on the dress so it wouldn’t look like I had stumpy legs. I put the toes of my shoes peeking out from beneath the ruffle, and showed him the results.
“There. Is that good?”
“Uh-huh. You look beautiful, Mommy, like a princess.”
This is what he told me when he first saw the wedding pictures, too. There almost were no photos from my wedding. Since I am so phobic about having my photo taken, I refused to pay for a photographer. My step-sister had just gotten a new camera she was very proud of, and she stepped in and took photos as part of her wedding gift to me. I thanked her politely at the time and put the photos in an album, but I’d never felt felt thankful until my 5-year-old son saw the pictures and was so impressed by them. He had heard about a wedding cake that day and was asking what one looked like, having never been to an actual wedding himself. I got out the album to show him the photos of the cake, not of me. When he saw me as he’d never seen me – wearing a long dress, my hair up and my face framed with the satin flowers that adorned my veil – he was amazed.
“You look beautiful, Mommy! You look like a princess!” He has, of course, never seen an actual princess, any more than he’s seen an actual wedding. He’s seen a few in movies on TV and this makes him enough of an expert to know one when he sees one. Every princess in the movies is beautiful, so to be told I look like one is a pretty high compliment.
I am 40. I am a little over 5 feet tall. I have a tendency toward plumpness. I don’t feel much like a princess. But when he tells me I am beautiful like a princess, I don’t only feel beautiful: I feel like a queen.
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