Not a Paitent Princess

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND

(Or possibly just because my friend Jackie asked in causal conversation if I was going to keep up with the blog...)

I have many great ideas.  Wait.  That’s not entirely true.  I have many ideas that start out great…

Last week I decided that it would be “fun” if Riley and I got all dressed up in princess attire and had pictures taken.  I am the type of person, and maybe someone can relate to this, I become very, lets say, "spirited," and then don’t always think things through.

For example, I forgot that princess gowns are, by definition, big, puffy, and slightly glittery.  I failed to realize that all princess gowns MUST be accompanied by matching accessories.  (Belle and Rapunzel do NOT wear the same type of shoes.)  Last but not least, I was unable to remember that while I hate being hot and uncomfortable, my seven-year-old hates it even more.  Initially, the experience went swimmingly.

Man we're cute.

Notice the now-awkwardly posed Cinderella with Rapunzel, sans braid.

At this point, I can't figure if the thermostat was set to "hell" or just "sauna."  Que great idea #2.  (To be fair, this idea started out really well...)

COSTUME CHANGE!

 

 

 

 Things were turning around.  Then, the photographer remembered that Belle had a rose (#1 who cares?), and relays this information to my angelic princess (#2 why?).  (I think there was a sleeping dog nearby that she poked, too.)

FYI, That's not really a smile...

The photographer wanted her to "smell" the flower.  Riley did not want to smell the flower. If you have children, or have ever been around children, even for a second, you know that there comes a time when nothing you say or do will be acceptable.   Meltdown mode commenced.  Promises of a caramel frappuccino were literally holding this whole shebang together.   I changed quickly reminding myself I was just moments away from my Starbucks fix.  Alas, another thing I had forgotten.  Sometimes when I get excited I don't always listen...  and inadvertantly agree to things...  The long and short of it is that Riley DID get pictures taken with her purple bear, Alex. 

Twenty minutes later, caffeine withdrawals are kicking in and I think maybe hot flashes  are beginning as well.  I briefly considered google-ing "menopause + age of onset."  But then the photographer announces that we're finished. I swore I heard angels singing.  I was wrong.  Turns out we now had to look at all 164 pictures.  verrrrrryyyy sllloooooowllllly.  Neither I nor my daughter are very patient people.  In fairness, I am often the exact opposite of patient.  Mercifully, the event ended when I agreed to purchase "enough pictures to get the CD and I'll even buy the picture frame with memory card if you stop showing me what my portraits look like in sepia." 

After deciding that I would NEVER again be Cinderella even if my life depended on it, I finally got my frappuccino.  

And the dress got put on Craig's List.