I am an Urban Princess. I don't live in a castle and wear a tiara-excpet on my birthday when I always have a new one!- but I am most definately. In my previous job I had several suppliers who actually called me princess and addressed emails this way to me too. I demand respect, sparkly gifts and to be treated in the best way and for the most part I am pretty lucky in these respects. Being an Urban Princess is lovely but doesn't compare to being a Disney Princess.
Why would any girl not harbour the dream of being a Disney Princess? The benefits are endless.
- They are adored by everyone (apart from the token baddie who will inevitably get what they deserve in the end)
- They don't have to job hunt, run for tubes, scrabble for change for parking meters or worry about anything really.
- They live in castles (with apparently no mortgages or expensive repairs) and go to balls.
- They maintain perfectly coiffed hair, immaculate make up and petite figures with seemingly no effort( Pochahontas I am willing to admit did do a lot of running!)
- They all have theme songs.How much fun is that!
- Most enviable, they all met perfect Princes and fulfilled their dreams by the average age of 21 leaving them a lifetime to enjoy the fantasy life, no soul destroying speed dating for Princess Jasmine!
On to the job, probably one of the nicest and most rewarding random job I've ever undertaken. In a leafy Glasgow suburb lived the closest thing to a real life Disney Princess, lets call her Princess Eloise, with her adoring parents(also coincidentally close friends).As Princess Eloises 4th birthday approached her mum sent a message enquiring as to whether I knew anyone who could appear as Princess Aurora at a birthday party.The Princess sent Aurora an invitation and how could she be let down. I offered my services, the costume, and a stunning long locks wig was ordered. The only slight tricky part was the fact I worked on a Saturday but an understanding employer who happened to adore Princess Eloise ( see I told you she was the real deal 'adored by everyone') let me take the time to make an appearance. Luckily my friend owned a clothing boutique next door where I could be transformed. The dress wasn't the most flattering but it looked fairly realistic and once my wig and princess make up was applied I had to admit the effect was pretty great. As I emerged onto the pavement to many familiar faces my chariot arrived, less old school horse and carriage more swank new Audi A6 driven by the Princess' uncle. Pictures were taken for the Princess to be embarrassed with at 21st and the like and off I went to the aptly named 'Hidden Gardens'. The room was filled with small, sugar high girls, the Uncle announced a 'special arrival', and in I went. The face of Princess Eloise was pure euphoria and disbelief that Aurora had actually come and brought her a gift-a mini Aurora costume purchased by parents- it would have melted even the biggest cynics heart. I put on a sugary American Princess voice asked the names of the girls, danced with them, spent time with the birthday princess, helped blow out candles, posed for photos, threw back a cheeky glass of fizz nd did some spinning. I sat next to Eloise when we had cake, she was truly starstuck and I was overjoyed it had been success. Another girl wanted to know a lot about my castle and the Prince and which other Princesses' I knew. Her favourite was Princess Tiana, did I think she would come to her party? Jasmine or Pochahontas maybe a deep fake tan could suffice but for an African American not sure even I could pull that off and remain PC! Then it was time to leave. The pictures were fantastic they perfectly captured her excited face. Back to work I went.
She never realised it was someone she knew and excitedly told me how Aurora had come to her party. This was the best result, why not prolong the belief and magic for as long as possible. Disney life is much more fun and far easier than reality. Princess Mum (Queen?) informed me the feedback from other mums was great, am I missing a trick, should I be spending weekends recreating Princesses for little girls with the belief in fairytales?
As for Princess Eloise, she is still as much of a princess as ever. A more ladylike 4yr old you are unlikely to meet. Softly and politely spoken, paints her nails perfectly (the only time I have seen her cry was over a nail polish crisis, I can sympathise theres nothing worse!), crosses her legs and tells off adults. She is a lady. I have no doubt she could marry Will and Kates offspring if she so desired or marry into the Monaco royal family. She can do anything but one thing I am sure of is she will never be the girl in a velour tracksuit, sucking on roll ups, screaming at 'the weans' -well unless she is in disguse and confusing the paparazzi or her adoring public! (Think Princess Jasmine). I wonder if she could even give Ms Middleton tips.
So thats my fairytale of how I became a Disney Princess if only for the day!
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