A large box containing princess dresses, of varied sizes and sparkle, was carried into the house, by my eight year old niece. "We are playing dress-up, Aunt Coco and you are the photographer."
First the youngest, Kate, was doll-ed up. Lipstick to boot. She tried to eat it, smacked her lips and declared, "More!" Though the four other little dolls needed their share too, so they took it away from her, and she started to cry.
Dressing up in Princess clothes, minus brushed hair, caps, crowns, and shoes. Who needs shoes anyway, it is summertime!
Though Miss Brown Eyes aka Molly, has a red bow.
…and Batman with blue eyes and the sweetest lips, was here to protect us.
This little one, who seldom cries, often makes us laugh and is very comical, threw a royal fit for the Queen. She simply did not like her dress, and tried to rip it off. Of course the other little Highnesses didn’t help her, and well either did I. I was the photographer after all doing my job.
Notice the pointed toe, on nature’s stage? The sweet Prima Donna poses. I asked May-May if she was hot in her Snowflake Princess dress. She looked at me like I really didn’t understand what it meant to be a Princess. This was the favorite dress, a FUR dress! I was told.
Ladies in waiting.
Gina, the organizer of the dress up party told me this dress, "itched," and she was going to take it off. I told her my Mom, (her Grandmother,) often said, "We have to suffer to be beautiful." And then, as if we had practiced our lines for the queen, we chimed in perfect timing, "Who wants to be beautiful!"
Surrounded in tulle, satin, silk, pearls, lace and fur (!) The crown-less girls sat and held court. Chelsea was roped into playing along, won’t you join us too?
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