Growing up, I wanted to be a Princess

I didn’t know I was going to be the maid, chef, and hair stylist, but I don’t hate it.

First, let’s address my misunderstanding of cursive capital “D” - anyone else think this was a “G” when they were a kid?

Oh, Disney, your founder father tried hard to tell good stories. Stories that shaped at least my impressionable world view. I thought being a princess was something to aspire to be. Little did I know it was not the life it was painted to be.

In America, very few of the households have staff. So now I find myself doing the

• Cooking

• Cleaning

• Laundry

• Picking out and mending of my own clothing

• Styling my own hair

• Cutting my husband’s hair to save money.

  • just me? Please, tell me I am not the only one!

  • To be fair, I cut both the dog’s hair too.

    • It saves me $150 x 4 times a year x 2 dogs. Yay, poodles!

Disco, mid-haircut. Yes, that is him in the background too. He has a fabulous life.

Q: Where did I learn how to do these things?

A: I learned from reading magazines and books.

I’m here to share that knowledge with you, fellow Disney princesses.

I’ll be presenting this information in small, daily chunks.

Have a question you want me to address?

Have a fabulous day!

Farien

Dusty and Farien at a wedding of a dear friend. The other side of my head is shaved. It was trendy at the time. The week after it was shaved, friend calls and asks me to be her maid-of-honor. Shit! Well, all photos must be from the left side, and no one will know. Meanwhile, I think I forgot to cut Dusty’s hair. Look at those curly sideburns. Not the first time that man waited for me to tell him to cut his hair. A story for another post!