Yesterday’s WordPress Daily Prompt really caught my eye. The theme? “Success”. “Tell us about a time where everything you’d hoped would happen actually did.” Well, I thought to myself. This one has my name on it.
One of my earliest memories of myself is when I was about four years old. I’d been a flower girl at my great uncle’s wedding. My dress was ankle-length, pale pink tulle and it had tiny pink silk roses randomly tacked on the skirt every here and there. A true fairy princess gown. Needless to say I wanted to wear it every day. I even wanted to sleep in it.
I loved looking at the wedding photos. My favourite, obviously, was one of me, walking down the aisle. It was in black and white. I am probably the originator of the hand-tinted photo craze. Because much to my mother’s dismay she walked in on me one morning, colouring over the photograph.
“What are you doing, Fransi?” she yelled. “My dress is pink”, was my answer. Really, could you argue with that logic?
From that day, I always had crayons or pencils or pastels or a paint brush in my hand. I went through reams and reams of paper. My mother used to tell me, even as I got older and went to school, every text book and every note pad and work book Continue reading