J. Alba shutting it down. Again.
This might be the most perfect midi skirt in existence. And I have just the shoes…
Asos Midi Skirt in Abstract Print
This was one of my very favorite books growing up: The Twelve Dancing Princesses (a retold version of Grimm’s Fairy Tale).
I vividly recall wanting to read this book ALL. THE. TIME. It dabbled in topics that captured my imagination- ballroom dancing, gowns, royalty, and magical forests covered in diamonds. What was not to love? Besides, I was enraptured by the notion that one could be living out a fun, magical (albeit, safe) adventure while the entire world quietly slept. And this book lit that notion on fire- who wouldn’t want to clap three times, have their bed sink to the floor, and a magical portal appear?
Back then, I was the type of
dork kid that stayed up late, clutching a flashlight, and reading a book long after my mom had told me to go to bed. I also had a sarcastic mouth, and when I would get ‘caught’ reading instead of sleeping, I would actually retort, “C’MON! Most parents wish they had this kind of problem!”
Note: I am still that kind of
So anyway, back to this book. When my parents sold our childhood house, we had to go through tons of old boxes and storage bins. Things got discarded, divided, and preserved. My sister was the one to find this book and knowing how much I adored it, tucked it away for safekeeping. She’s cool like that.
Two years ago, when I had my son, she brought over a bag filled with books from our childhood. She tossed the tattered, well-loved copy of The Twelve Dancing Princesses on my kitchen table and said, "One day, you should write a screenplay for this. It would be great."
I’m not sure why it took me so long to dive back into the book, but I did so today (as in, this morning, as in, RIGHT NOW). Maybe I was trepidatious in thinking that I didn’t want to disturb the memories I had or what the story meant to me…that it had the ability to make me believe in something grand and special. There is a precious part of my childhood wrapped up in that and I sort of wanted to keep it that way. But I basically said, "Screw it," opened the book, and read it.
This book sucks.
It is terrible! Random plot, even more random old lady walking through a forest, handing out advice and invisible cloaks, as if that’s her day job. Don’t even get me started on the fact that the ‘winner’ in discovering the secret of the 12 dancing princesses is basically an old-school version of The Bachelor: he chooses a wife as his prize. The remaining princesses are put under a spell (basically, captivity). There is so much wrong with this situation.
What’s funny is that this bizarre scenario reminded me of a writer’s workshop I took in Chicago 3-4 years ago. On the very first day of class, the instructor stood before us and announced, "Just in case anyone here has doubts about their abilities as a writer, just remember: it all boils down to what the reader relates to. The Bridges of Madison County completely sucked, yet millions of readers devoured it. If that crap can get published, certainly you can."
That instructor was, and is, so great. What he said is 100% true. But what I glean from it, is that writing should have meaning and a sense of resonance for the reader. No disrespect to the authors of The Twelve Dancing Princesses or The Bridges of Madison County…they just don’t resonate with me (clearly, things were different in my youth). But I’m certain that many others would disagree, and that’s the beauty of books: there are endless adventures to choose from, and it’s a fun process finding out just what lurks inside of us that we, in turn, seek in our reading.
In driving around town, I recently came across two license plates that made me laugh so hard that I nearly slammed on the brakes while spitting coffee all over myself.
#1: A mini-van with a license plate that read ‘WE CAVED’
#2: An old, but mint-condition Mercedes, driven by an elderly man. License plate read ‘SENILE’
Happy laughs, happy Friday.
Enjoy going through life as yourself. — Lena Dunham (via thatlitsite)
For the love of books and miniature things!
(Source: delacroi, via hollowbookco)