Who in their life, as a female, has not imagined themselves as a princess. I mean there are times we reach almost princess like looks..hmm lets say like in a wedding and for some reason we hold onto that view of ourselves until reality or real life sets in.
Now last weekend I had the privilege to be apart of a princess theme night with my church's girls group. We were going to have pretty place settings, tiaras and punch, the whole shebang. I was going to maybe wear some one's wedding dress or my old bride maid dress to read a story about a princess who became a pauper to learn how the other side lived etc. Simple right?
Well the problem lay in the fact that the marvelous dress from 4 years ago does not fit the body of 4 years now that I have. Picture me trying to worsle (yes it was exactly as it sounds) my way into a dress that fit me like a glove 4 years before and now seemed to have shrunk to corset proportions in more ways than one. My father had his foot almost in my back to close the zipper on the thing and even then, once closed, I needed an oxygen tank to breathe! Okay walk slow, breathe shallow and try not to relax or things are going to go flying (literally!). I have to say that my bust was quite busty, I was almost a poster girl for Maxim! Well after my mother offering up her gear to me (not very princess like in any way) I left for the church.
At the church, I was awed by the little people all coming out of the cars. Some had brought their own tiaras, others like my niece, were wearing a dress they borrowed from mom that made them think they were the cats meow. Another niece was dressed like Jasmine, while other little girls had another Disney princess outfit. It was the sweetest thing ever and they were so ready to be a princess from Grade 2 all the way to 7. I mean really given the chance even the most hardened of kids would jump to dress up!
We started with punch and cookies and then tromped (I mean daintily strolled) into the sanctuary. All the counselors were crowned to the roar of the crowd...I have to say I asked my girls for a standing ovation, which I got with Indian whoops and a lot of catcalls...you gotta love it! Then we had a story which I had to change into a costume, other than what I had on halfway through...so as they rose to sing, I quickly put on Pj's and finished the story (I was playing the pauper part at this time much to the dismay of all the princesses who were wondering were princess Kim had gone. Once this was done we set off to do crafts and some scroll work (yeah we gave out scrolls, talk about fun!).
Having finished the story I was obliged to return to princess hood, and as I had no father near this time, I had made a costume (a t-shirt) that fit over my original so no taking off of the corset was needed, which led to one strap breaking off as I pulled one sleeve over my head and the other following in much the same way as the whole t-shirt came off. Hmmm... this was definitely a princess gone porno moment... but...phew the corset stayed in place, unless I lifted my hands (that definitely was not going to happen) and the straps I could tuck into the side of the corset. Luck was on my side and the lighting was dark so no one really noticed the absence of straps (Yahoo I was home free). Well to make a long story short we had a blast and I managed to hold onto my dignity. I guess its true what they say you can never go back just ahead (and I have the broken straps to prove it)
