There's been a lot of hype built up around this Princess thing. All the Princess movies, Disney Princesses, crowns, costumes, at infinitum. And sure, every little girl grows up wanting to be Cinderella or Aurora or Jasmine. I get that - my personal fave as 'little Debby' was Cinderella because she had strawberry blonde hair like me. This would be the same reason my youngest child loved all things Ariel – she was a redhead.
But if I had to choose one Disney heroine to emulate NOW, as a grown woman,
there is no contest. Tinkerbell. Oh yes, Miss Bell gets my
unequivocal vote…
I mean, this girl is one of a kind. There are many Princesses in Disney lore,
but only ONE Pixie. She's the shizzle. The go-to-girl. The ultimate Disney DIVA,
if you will! She's cute, athletic, has a darling wardrobe, and a hairstyle that
flatters her and never goes out of style. And those eyelashes…
She's sassy
and saucy, and yet no one calls her trampy.
She has her own theme song and
music that follows her everywhere. As do flattering twinkly lights.
She
speaks her own language, and yet everyone understands her. Her moodiness is not
only tolerated, it's celebrated. That Tinkerbell Pout is legendary. People love
it!
Her bad moods, jealousy, playfulness, and ability to cheer up anyone
who's in the dumps is just part of her charm.
She's no shrinking violet or
scaredy-cat – Miss T goes after what she wants. God help anyone who gets in her
way!
Her job? To flit down a highwire and signal the start of the fireworks each night in the Magic Kingdom. This daring performance is met with cheers, applause, and adoration every single time. Everyone appreciates her, and shows it.
And have you seen her HOUSE? Good heavens. This chick is one of my peeps!
She salvages, scavenges, and redesigns other people's cast-offs into
FABulous finery for her little bitty domicile. It twinkles, sparkles, and
surrounds her with luxury. And it's all just for HER. No men (or little boys who
never grow up) will ever soil the perfection of her penthouse suite at the top
of that clock.
OK, I will allow that Miss Tink has one fault: that crush on Peter Pan, the boy who will never grow up and has no idea how she feels about him. Sigh. We've all been there, Tink. Wendy can HAVE him.
Maybe I've always had an eye on this one because my uncle bought me a glow-in-the-dark Tinkerbell wand when I was two, and I was enchanted by it all my life. (Still looking for a replacement…) Or maybe it's because when my mom was in high school, and she met boys at the park, she'd fib and tell them SHE was Tinkerbell who slid down the zipline every night. She was petite and cute, and they believed her. It's family lore now!
Or maybe it's just Tink's fierce independence, spunkiness, and ability to bring a bit of magic to any situation that connects with me. My grandma and my mom and I are all like that in a way. So, Yeah, you can keep the crown and the flowing gown… This Diva will take a chartreuse mini-dress (in a size just slightly larger than Miss Bell's) and a wand to sprinkle magic and pixie-dust all over a world that needs a whole lot more of it. I believe! I believe!



















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