No....wait. I'm not a royal watcher, I'm a princess watcher. I could give a flying fig about the Queen and all the princes (unless it involves Helen Mirren, in which case I think it's brilliant), but I have a huge diamond-encrusted, tiara-wearing soft spot for a princess. Especially a British princess.
It all started with Lady Diana Francis. I can hardly even say that without putting on some kind of pathetic excuse for an English accent. Lady Diahnah Frahncisss. I loved her. I followed her every move from that infamous racy, black, taffeta evening gown she wore when she was 19 (Hello! Nineteen!?!), to her equally infamous flub of her husband's name during their wedding, to her kicky haircut that looked ridiculous on me but which I refused to give up on, to the terrible headlines that I couldn't stop crying over when she died. She was my Elvis. My Marilyn. My John Lennon. She changed my world....Amen.
And yes, I do plan to watch her son get married to a new British lovely. I will be up at 1:00 on Friday morning to watch Matt and Meredith draw out every, single, diamond-encrusted, tiara-wearing moment of it. I admit that it can, at times, be over the top and outrageous, but there is so much turmoil going on in the world today. Isn't is nice to take a break with something so nonsensical and extravagant? I mean, why worry about rising gas prices when you can take a moment and wonder what the dress is going to look like? Never fear. The turmoil will all still be there when they ride their glass carriage away into the fairy tale and we all return to real life.
I do have a point to all this. Bear with me. Here it is.
Some of the moderators for my Project 52 are from England. Do I need to explain more or do you get it?
Okay....they saw it only fitting that the image theme for this week, the week of all weeks second only to the last week of July in 1981 (when Diana married Charles....are you seeing it?), be Princess for a Day. Dot to dot to dot...and there it is. Connection between my ramblings of princess love and this image are finally made.
I do have a couple of other things.
First of all, this image only took six shots to get, and amazingly, this was the first one. I also loved the last one (seen below).
I liked that you could see more of him, and that her hand was on his arm, but decided on the first one because I loved the point of her toe in that image (go back and take a look if you don't remember. It's really a perfect toe point, and maybe worth another look.)
Although, if I'd thought about it, I'd have probably had her up on her tiptoe, like she was reaching for him. I didn't think of it at the time because they are actually the same height, and she didn't have to reach, so I didn't think of it. Hindsight's always 20/20, right? I digress.
My kids helped me out with this, of course, and even though it bought him out of his usual requirement of reading, my son wasn't really all that enthusiastic. So, I had to play around a bit more with just my Little Miss to make sure that I really had the image I wanted.
I decided that it wasn't this one.
I loved this boot shot, but it just didn't feel as lovely...Can you tell I have a thing for photographing shoes and feet? They just really tell the whole story, don't they? You can always fake a face, but you just can't fake the shoes....
And this just felt a little too....I don't know....obvious.
My last thought on all this is that if Little Miss is the princess does that mean I've finally made it up to Queen?
I'm just saying.....
Cheers!
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