All Stories Can Be Rewritten... Happily Ever After Depends On Who Holds The Pen
I am a little obsessed with Cinderella right now... You know that beautiful girl that insatiably cleans and picks up after everyone. That girl that is on her hands and knees and scrubs everything... to ensure no criticism. You know the girl that longs for something more than what she knows and has... you know that girl that talks to every bird and rat because she wants friends and to be loved unconditionally!
Yes, I am totally obsessed with this girl.
Fairytales... who are these fairies and why did they have a need to tell a tale? and why wasn't it told about the Prince? Ya know that spoiled bastard... that got what he wanted from who knows who because after all he was the Prince. Like it wasn't enough his castle was bought and paid for by his folks! Really now let's tell his side of the story.
On this May day, this boy was born. Oh, his parents had sailed around for years deciding it was time to settle down and build a castle for this kid to live in. They would guard him and protect him and give him everything he ever wanted. He would never have to go out and fend for himself... He could go to school if he wanted or not! He could have the finest of toys, horses to get around, maids and servants to wait on him hand and foot... Parties could be given for him for every occasion. He didn't need to work... why after all too he had a kingdom and the people would serve him. Yes, a spoiled rotten bastard! but alas ... he was bored and restless from the likes of ugly fat women always throwing themselves at him. Women who were helpless looking for a status boost, gold diggers seeking to claim a stake and not to lift a finger for a thing... throwing their weight around marching in...just to say "he is mine and this is ours."
This Prince... somewhat good looking although he really was letting himself go... all these indulgences and unhealthy choices just to pretend he was happy. He was lead to believe his whole life... luxuries and the price of gold was far more important... than any other treasure in the land.
So lets get back to this Cinderella girl,
She was never impressed with gold or fashion. (was fashion even a word in that time?) clothes were clothes, a home was where a person found conversation and food and comfort and love. A garden with flowers and nature's creatures to dwell. A well where fresh water was drank. Soft kind words were spoken to the strangers that needed a rest between travels. Travels, yes, she longed for travels and sights and places far away. Her thoughts drifted to merry dreams... that ideally mimicked life in a globe. Picture perfect and glistening!
And so it went...
The Prince having but one more celebration... his birthday bash! The town crier... "HERE YE HERE YE... BY COMMANDETH OF THE QUEEN AND KING, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS (THE PAIN IN THE ASS) IS HEREBY CORIDABLLY ASKING FOR YOUR PRESENCE AT THE ATTENDANCE OF HIS BALL. ALL SINGLE LADIES ENCOURAGED TO PARTICIPATE.( In other words... its time this guy find a wife and do something constructive with his life!)
Well, Cinderella's ugly and pleasantly plump step sisters thought for sure they would have a chance. After all, that's what the Prince normally had been seen with... so it was an automatic thought he was a chubby chaser! He really did not know the value of worthy and lady like. He had spent way too much time with the beast. (who lived in the same village)
Anyway...
Dresses were to be made... and quickly Cinderella ran to her room in the attic. There a hope chest filled with mother's gowns folded to perfection. She gently lifted and fluffed... and the soft chiffon dress billowed out as she twirled around. Yes if the Prince saw what real worth looked like he would instantly snap out of his delusion... and realize what this life was really about!
The Stepsisters... mocked and messed with their frocks... Gunnie sacks gathered that they turned into loose fitting toggeries with a satin bow that framed over their giant shelved derrieres.
Cinderella waited patiently while her sisters toiled and prepared to leave... quietly she waited for them to finish and disappear far into the land before she too could make her way out and attend the gala.
The castle and all its glory beckoned her as she climbed gracefully the white steps... Magnificent was the view. Music surrounded and echoed... while all the town frumps made fools of themselves falling over the Prince. Often the Prince looked for his footman as if to say "get me the hell out of here!" Not very successful escaping the grasp of the desperate... he looked over and there tucked in a corner a perfectly manicured girl stood. Her hair perfect, lips lightly pink, eyes that glistened green. He even thought he heard birds chirping in unison with violins serenading. Breaking the hold from the atrocities... he darted towards her scooping her up in his arms while he whisked her to the dance floor. Jaws dropped... who was this girl? Where did she come from? and Why was she so thin?
They danced for hours... laughing and cutting up and making small talk of life and love... and her obsessiveness on cleanliness.
The clock struck 12:00. (Him begging her not to go) She knew she needed to get back before the others... bowing and saying her final goodbyes. She left departing down the steps.
He had been pulled away... mobbed by the obese, An angry set of women realizing they no longer had a place or a spot in his life.
Cinderella had lost her shoe... and got about a few blocks away. Realizing "damit, I am going back! That pair of shoes was a one of a kind!" Finding her shoe and making it slowly back down the road... a few minutes later, rushing down the road, dirt spraying everywhere, his carriage came to a halt. He got out and said, "seriously this is how you leave? We need to talk!" and the rest is history and they did live HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
And that people is how Cinderella is rewritten!
YES, I AM TOTALLY FASCINATED AND OBSESSED WITH THIS GIRL!
Disney had it all wrong... and so did the Prince. It was the fairy's tale because it made more sense... to pretend and make a bunch of hooey over nonsense and a glass slipper. True love would have found its way anyway!
That's the thing about love... what's meant to be, finds its way regardless!!!! The story wasn't final ...when she lost the shoe... the story retold and lives on... it ain't over til its over!
Mostly because two people came to their senses and dished the real stuff that applied to their lives. No one needed a castle and no one needed to be rescued... and everyone needed to be healthy and live a conducive lifestyle ... fit for anyone WORTHY, NOBLE AND LOYAL.
The End...
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
Yes, I am totally obsessed with this girl.
Fairytales... who are these fairies and why did they have a need to tell a tale? and why wasn't it told about the Prince? Ya know that spoiled bastard... that got what he wanted from who knows who because after all he was the Prince. Like it wasn't enough his castle was bought and paid for by his folks! Really now let's tell his side of the story.
On this May day, this boy was born. Oh, his parents had sailed around for years deciding it was time to settle down and build a castle for this kid to live in. They would guard him and protect him and give him everything he ever wanted. He would never have to go out and fend for himself... He could go to school if he wanted or not! He could have the finest of toys, horses to get around, maids and servants to wait on him hand and foot... Parties could be given for him for every occasion. He didn't need to work... why after all too he had a kingdom and the people would serve him. Yes, a spoiled rotten bastard! but alas ... he was bored and restless from the likes of ugly fat women always throwing themselves at him. Women who were helpless looking for a status boost, gold diggers seeking to claim a stake and not to lift a finger for a thing... throwing their weight around marching in...just to say "he is mine and this is ours."
This Prince... somewhat good looking although he really was letting himself go... all these indulgences and unhealthy choices just to pretend he was happy. He was lead to believe his whole life... luxuries and the price of gold was far more important... than any other treasure in the land.
So lets get back to this Cinderella girl,
She was never impressed with gold or fashion. (was fashion even a word in that time?) clothes were clothes, a home was where a person found conversation and food and comfort and love. A garden with flowers and nature's creatures to dwell. A well where fresh water was drank. Soft kind words were spoken to the strangers that needed a rest between travels. Travels, yes, she longed for travels and sights and places far away. Her thoughts drifted to merry dreams... that ideally mimicked life in a globe. Picture perfect and glistening!
And so it went...
The Prince having but one more celebration... his birthday bash! The town crier... "HERE YE HERE YE... BY COMMANDETH OF THE QUEEN AND KING, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS (THE PAIN IN THE ASS) IS HEREBY CORIDABLLY ASKING FOR YOUR PRESENCE AT THE ATTENDANCE OF HIS BALL. ALL SINGLE LADIES ENCOURAGED TO PARTICIPATE.( In other words... its time this guy find a wife and do something constructive with his life!)
Well, Cinderella's ugly and pleasantly plump step sisters thought for sure they would have a chance. After all, that's what the Prince normally had been seen with... so it was an automatic thought he was a chubby chaser! He really did not know the value of worthy and lady like. He had spent way too much time with the beast. (who lived in the same village)
Anyway...
Dresses were to be made... and quickly Cinderella ran to her room in the attic. There a hope chest filled with mother's gowns folded to perfection. She gently lifted and fluffed... and the soft chiffon dress billowed out as she twirled around. Yes if the Prince saw what real worth looked like he would instantly snap out of his delusion... and realize what this life was really about!
The Stepsisters... mocked and messed with their frocks... Gunnie sacks gathered that they turned into loose fitting toggeries with a satin bow that framed over their giant shelved derrieres.
Cinderella waited patiently while her sisters toiled and prepared to leave... quietly she waited for them to finish and disappear far into the land before she too could make her way out and attend the gala.
The castle and all its glory beckoned her as she climbed gracefully the white steps... Magnificent was the view. Music surrounded and echoed... while all the town frumps made fools of themselves falling over the Prince. Often the Prince looked for his footman as if to say "get me the hell out of here!" Not very successful escaping the grasp of the desperate... he looked over and there tucked in a corner a perfectly manicured girl stood. Her hair perfect, lips lightly pink, eyes that glistened green. He even thought he heard birds chirping in unison with violins serenading. Breaking the hold from the atrocities... he darted towards her scooping her up in his arms while he whisked her to the dance floor. Jaws dropped... who was this girl? Where did she come from? and Why was she so thin?
They danced for hours... laughing and cutting up and making small talk of life and love... and her obsessiveness on cleanliness.
The clock struck 12:00. (Him begging her not to go) She knew she needed to get back before the others... bowing and saying her final goodbyes. She left departing down the steps.
He had been pulled away... mobbed by the obese, An angry set of women realizing they no longer had a place or a spot in his life.
Cinderella had lost her shoe... and got about a few blocks away. Realizing "damit, I am going back! That pair of shoes was a one of a kind!" Finding her shoe and making it slowly back down the road... a few minutes later, rushing down the road, dirt spraying everywhere, his carriage came to a halt. He got out and said, "seriously this is how you leave? We need to talk!" and the rest is history and they did live HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
And that people is how Cinderella is rewritten!
YES, I AM TOTALLY FASCINATED AND OBSESSED WITH THIS GIRL!
Disney had it all wrong... and so did the Prince. It was the fairy's tale because it made more sense... to pretend and make a bunch of hooey over nonsense and a glass slipper. True love would have found its way anyway!
That's the thing about love... what's meant to be, finds its way regardless!!!! The story wasn't final ...when she lost the shoe... the story retold and lives on... it ain't over til its over!
Mostly because two people came to their senses and dished the real stuff that applied to their lives. No one needed a castle and no one needed to be rescued... and everyone needed to be healthy and live a conducive lifestyle ... fit for anyone WORTHY, NOBLE AND LOYAL.
The End...
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
