My girl. She’s some kind of out of this world special. The toughest princess I know. Her legs covered in bruises because she is off her bike as much as she is on, that happens when you’re looking everywhere but the place you’re going. A scar above her eye from when she training to be a bathroom stunt person at the protégé age of one. You can be standing right next to her hollering her name and she won’t hear you if she is absorbed with the magical place inside her mind… that is until you whisper a barely audible “chocolate”.
My girl is all into princesses and fairies and jewellery and writing with fancy pens and stickers and make-up. There are not enough words to describe just how much she loves Ben and Holly’s Little Kingdom, it is some kind of addiction for her.
My girl wore a dress I made her for her birthday today. She really really wanted you to see her fancy hands and the great bracelet she got for Christmas. I was pleased to get a shot of the buttons that came from my Nana’s stash. I always loved these buttons – they remind me of life savers.
My girl in her Mama made dress.