Reason number eleventy hundred and twenty one why I adore Twitter---it gives me the opportunity to talk to other bloggers. Case in point: about a week ago, I was perusing my Twitter feed when I noticed friend and fellow blogger, Laverne, from Kindred Adventures, was tweeting about a somewhat boring experience at a child's birthday party. I jumped in, hoping to give her a reason to giggle.
And our conversation led to this blog post.
And so, without further ado, I'm thrilled to give you my very first co-blog, written by Laverne and illustrated by yours truly. Please enjoy!
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White mock-vintage mirrors hung on the purple walls. A table in the middle of the room held china place settings, ready for a tea party. A small stage in the back of the room waited to be filled with 5-year-olds dressed as princesses. Rock-n-roll musical chairs, Justin Bieber, hip-hop-hokey-pokey and Taylor Swift pulsated continuously. Smiles painted their faces and rosy cheeks, glitter and giggles and screeches showed their happiness. A room holding racks of princess dresses, rows and rows of bedazzled shoes, pails of crowns and containers of wands waited to transport the girls from a birthday party to the world of princesses.
I sunk into the yellow paisley embroidered couch. My daughter didn't want me to leave. (I had planned on dropping her off and then heading over to a coffee shop for some "me" time.) I was here at the Princess Party for the duration...two long hours. Sigh. The smell of bubble gum perfume, children's lip gloss and nail polish saturated the room. The music intertwined with the eardrum-piercing screeching left me of thoughts of my own. I took out my phone and began to tweet.
I tweeted some more...and still, nothing.
Then, there she was...Abby.
Now it was my turn to smile.
"How are you? What are you up to?" I was happy to find a friendly face that might help make the time fly by.
"Just finished a great run. All good here! How are you?" she happily replied.
"I'm at a princess party right now and hopefully soon, a few beverages, some dinner, and bed!" I shared.
"Aw, man!," Abby tweeted giddily. "I wanna have a princess party!"
My imagination began to drift. Suddenly I felt like I was with Abby in one of her drawings. Just what would it be like if our life was like a Princess Party?
Of course, the hardest thing we'd have to do in the morning would be just to get out of bed. Our hair, nails, and makeup would be done for us.
Too much glitter and enough sequins--enough to blind a person--would be all the rage. The second hardest thing we would do would be to decide which of the rows and rows of sequins, puffy, fluffy layered dressed we wanted to wear that day.
Our day would be spent twirling in our dresses and hanging out with other princesses, doing what princesses do best.
"Mommy....Mooommmyyy......MOMMY!"
My daydream crashed around me. "Yes sweetie?"
"I have to go potty."
Sigh.
It was glittery and sparkly and wonderful.....while it lasted!
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Princess dresses, tiaras, and Jose Cuervo...you guys KNOW I had a blast working on this project with Laverne!!! I hope you'll check out her awesome blog, co-written with best pal, Shirley. And I hope that one day soon, Laverne and I will be able to have a real life Princess Party...without Justin Bieber. (Just sayin'.)
Today we're linking up with Yeah Write.
Because we have a feeling that there are some
other closeted princesses out there in the
blogosphere that might like to join us for
a royal margarita...or two...
