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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2009 21:24:26 GMT
If you had just called it a "princess dress," I would have understood immediately. Anybody who knows a little girl understands their attraction for princess dresses.
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Post by Jazz on Apr 3, 2009 21:26:03 GMT
Gyro, *ahem*...the model is standing beside me as I post (a very close friend) and she has no hormonal elevation for you either.
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 3, 2009 21:39:12 GMT
But a princess dress is not the same as a crinoline. A crinoline is a slip to be worn under any dress or skirt to make it poof out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2009 21:44:46 GMT
And some were multi layered to make it poof out more. My mother wouldn't allow me more than two layers. Actually,the real poofed out looked ridiculous.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2009 4:59:25 GMT
Are you telling me that all of those little girls in their princess dresses are actually running around in their underwear?
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 4, 2009 5:41:46 GMT
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Post by gyro on Apr 4, 2009 9:50:59 GMT
Her and the rest of the female race, chickidee .....
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2009 10:17:36 GMT
Well, I certainly can't imagine anyone wanting to steal such a thing. Burn it, maybe.
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Post by Jazz on Apr 4, 2009 14:22:47 GMT
My crinoline looked just like the one at the very bottom left (the girl is holding a flower) but, mine had peach satin ribbon woven throughout the bottom tier. Which reminds me, in the few days that I still had it, I would also dance and fantasize that I was a ballerina. (maybe some mean little boy like Kerouac stole it.)
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Post by bazfaz on Apr 5, 2009 6:55:07 GMT
My major childhood disappointment was when I discovered I couldn't fly. I launched myself (thankfully not from an upstairs window) and severely grazed my knees and elbows.
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Post by rikita on Apr 6, 2009 21:24:55 GMT
My dad often announced that we would be visiting a castle this weekend - one of the brandenburg castles for some exhibition or whatever. i always expected a fairytale castle with towers and stuff like that - what i got always just looked like a regular big house to me, that was painted a bit more colourful.
also, there was this girl in my daycare, who often was wearing pretty outfits, featuring a vest. our daycare teacher would put her on an elevated place in front of us and tell all of us how nice she looked and how we should take an example from her. i envied her for that attention, so i asked my mom if i could have a vest too - i assumed that was the reason she was considered so pretty. well, we neither had a lot of money, nor was my mom particularly interested in fashion, but after some search she found a plain brown cordoroy vest i could wear to daycare the next day. i was very proud and expecting praise - much to my disappointment, no one even noticed i was wearing a vest, though.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2009 15:46:16 GMT
Who's going to be disappointed at Christmas? There must be some naughty children out there.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2009 17:16:12 GMT
Or naughty adults?
Too many childhood disappointments to put on here. You'll just have to read my book! But I don't dwell on them...that was then, and this is now.
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Post by lola on Dec 23, 2009 21:52:54 GMT
There was never, ever, a pony under the Christmas tree.
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Post by traveler63 on Dec 23, 2009 23:54:05 GMT
I was never one of the those girls that was into ponies. All I wanted for Christmas was a bike, dolls, but I didn't have any disappointments.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2009 0:02:47 GMT
I'll be just fine if I can be reassured of my Potato Queen status. Otherwise,will be devastated.
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Post by cristina on Dec 24, 2009 0:33:49 GMT
I'll be just fine if I can be reassured of my Potato Queen status. Otherwise,will be devastated. *Appointing myself Empress* I proclaim Casimira Potato Queen in perpetuity! Now, can someone do something about the canopy bed I always wanted (except mine would have been pink - the canopy and bedding, that is): My mother thought the canopy was a dust collector* Also, I never did get my own Barbie Dream House. *Don't tell my Mom, but now that I am a grown-up who must deal with dust, I agree.
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Post by lola on Dec 24, 2009 0:53:19 GMT
Yes. The canopy. For me that was a distant unattainable dream, similar to the pony I suppose. It would have kept the dust from settling on us as we slept, enhancing the princessness of it all.
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Post by cristina on Dec 24, 2009 1:17:23 GMT
Yes. The canopy. For me that was a distant unattainable dream, similar to the pony I suppose. It would have kept the dust from settling on us as we slept, enhancing the princessness of it all. Exactly! ;D
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Post by fumobici on Dec 24, 2009 1:35:34 GMT
Another species entirely. The fact that we can interbreed does nothing to lessen my conviction.
;D
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Post by cristina on Dec 24, 2009 2:19:46 GMT
Another species entirely. The fact that we can interbreed does nothing to lessen my conviction. ;D Is that a bad thing?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2009 6:25:14 GMT
I never got enough items that took ten batteries and had flashing lights and sound effects for some reason.
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Post by fumobici on Dec 24, 2009 21:51:04 GMT
Another species entirely. The fact that we can interbreed does nothing to lessen my conviction. ;D Is that a bad thing? I hope not!
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Post by Kimby on Dec 24, 2009 22:20:20 GMT
(crinolines are still in use under specialized dresses worn by square-dancers. the puffier the better.)
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Post by fumobici on Dec 24, 2009 22:36:54 GMT
Speaking of a different species...
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Post by Kimby on Dec 24, 2009 22:52:35 GMT
My greatest childhood disappointment was not growing up to have Rapunzel hair. I'm beginning to come to terms with it....
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Post by fumobici on Dec 24, 2009 22:54:58 GMT
Isn't that basically just a matter of not having it cut? My hair grows like weeds.
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Post by Kimby on Dec 24, 2009 22:58:36 GMT
I wish! No, it's entirely genetic. I come from a long line of wispy haired women. Fortunately they were all intelligent, interesting and long-lived, too, so I won't complain. Much.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 3, 2010 3:03:14 GMT
I have a photograph of me and my brother sitting on the front steps when I was about four. He is smiling and happy and I have my chin planted in my hand and am obviously pissed off. I know exactly why, too. The picture was taken on Easter, and that was NOT the hat I wanted. Why those two tall people into whose care I was mistakenly given would not buy me the right hat, I don't know, but I think I still hate them a little bit for it.
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Post by bjd on Jan 3, 2010 13:15:59 GMT
There must be a place in the world for girls who didn't want canopy beds or Barbie dolls. Fortunately, we can pass on our genes -- my daughter never played with dolls either. She does like books though.
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