With skinned knees, she pedaled like the wind as stories funneled her brain.
She played with Barbies and climbed Oak trees.
She beat the boys at tether ball while wearing her favorite pink shorts and glitter headbands.
She believed in love even when she doubted the fairy tales. The little girl never trusted the princesses, but loved the evil queens. To her, their flawed characters revealed more about life and relationships. She was imperfect and fairy tales were...bupkis.
I was the little girl who rooted for the Red Queen or Maleficent.
Fairy Tales don't have to be perfect like dental implants and Botox.
I wrote inside the cover of my World's Best Fairy Tales, A Readers Digest Anthology by Belle Becker Sideman and Fritz Kredel. The year was 1988, I was 7.
I marked sections with squigeled pencil, creased chapters, I could not help my smile.
I scrolled through one of my favorite clothing websites, Shabby Apple. I'm readying my fall wardrobe with a few new pieces. My heart sang when I saw the Bloom Skirt. Blue satin and tulle, modest and romantic. Reminded me of a fairy tale, a quirky, fabulous, imperfect fairy tale.
Paired with a black camisole and cardigan, the "tutu" inspired skirt makes me want to twirl in the grass, sit beneath the trees, and read stories of Snow White and Rose Red. I will slip into a daydream about my own prince.
He makes me feel beautiful, whether in a shirt of tulle or flannel pajama bottoms.
Most days, I wear leggings and sweatshirts, but when I stepped into this skirt, my son suggested, "Wear this to the grocery store, along with your tiara."
Logan was the photog behind the pictures above, he counts it as school. And, he suggested I have fake blood on my hands, but sadly I was out. In the words of my son, "You write deadly mob people."
Maybe next time.
Did you have a favorite fairy tale? Are you a skirt chick? What are your fall fashion favorites?