The first time (of hundreds) I watched Frozen with my kids, I was laughing at the similarities between Anna and Elsa and me and my sister, Jasmine. She’s the composed, elegant, rational thinking, head-turning-gorgeous character (who might seem like the main character). I’m the idealistic, slightly awkward (but in an endearing way, I’m sure), talkative and relational sister (who is actually the main character. Shush, Jasmine. It’s my blog and I can tell it how I want).
When we dressed up for Haley’s birthday in December as what was kind of an inside joke between sisters, it exploded into job offers. We laughed and reminded people that we are moms in our mid thirties, not Disney princesses. One offer was too good to pass up, so we donned dresses, wigs and makeup in 90 degrees to greet kids at the Northwest Washington Fair.
We passed out candy, had fantastic conversations with hundreds of kids (including two 5 year olds who belted out "Let it Go" for us), took pictures until our faces twitched, and then snuck into our break room to drink gallons of water and slip ice packs into our dresses.
I’d love to be a Disney princess. It’s not quite the type of business I imagined, but anything with my sister is a bonus. She’s kind of my security blanket anyway.
As we talked about the princess gig (between people asking for our business cards and website), I began realizing there are simply too many things I love to do…and this might be causing a bit of a quandary.
Just throwing myself out there a bit...