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Fairy-Tale Friday: Cinderella

Okay, so our friend Emily recently moved to Hawaii, and for our last ever sleepover we decided to do a wild, crazy, Cinderella-themed photoshoot. Emily is so stunningly beautiful and photogenic, that she pulled off every look of the Cinderella story, from rags to riches. We borrowed the blue gown and pulled my white one out of storage, and pieced together a peasant look out of odds and ends in my wardrobe. Then we picked a spot near our house and spent the next few hours blissfully shooting away.

Emily, we miss you and had so much fun! There will never be a more radiant Cinderella! πŸ™‚

Now, who’s ready for a fairy tale with extra cheese, lol? πŸ˜‰ I copied a lot of it out of my old edition of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I’ve always thought it was hilarious how really ridiculous and out-there things happen in fairy tales, like tears turning rags to a gown. And everyone falls in love at first sight. You gotta love that.

-Rachel

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman who lived with her stepmother and stepsisters. She was forced to do hard work: to rise early, before daylight, to bring the water, to make the fire, to cook and to wash. She had no bed to lie down on, but was made to lie by the hearth among the ashes, and they called her Cinderella.

Now it happened that the king of the land held a ball and out of those who came his son was to choose a bride for himself; and Cinderella’s two sisters were asked to come. She thought to herself, she would have liked to go to the dance too, and begged her stepmother very hard to let her go. But the stepmother said, “No, no! Indeed, you have no clothes and cannot dance; you shall not go. You would only put us to shame.” And when all were gone, and nobody left at home, Cinderella went out sorrowfully and sat under the hazel tree and cried.

But it happened that when her first crystalized tear fell upon her lap, her rags were magically transformed into a magnificent gown, and her bare feet were covered in glittering glass slippers. When Cinderella looked to see who gave her this gift, she could hear nothing but the wind, whispering through the trees. “Be back by the stroke of midnight, or all will disappear.”

The moment she stepped through the doorway of the ballroom, all eyes fell upon her. The king’s eldest son was instantly smitten, and stole Cinderella away to his secret gardens to dance the night away with her.

The prince never wanted Cinderella to leave and was devastated when, just as the clock struck midnight, she slipped out of his arms and away from the castle, leaving only a golden slipper behind on the stairs.

Cinderella stopped to pause for breath on the drawbridge, looking behind at the castle she feared she’d never enter again.

But the prince was determined not to lose his lovely partner. The next morning, he searched the kingdom high and low until he found the perfect match to the abandoned slipper. As he slipped her foot into the golden heel, the prince knew that he had found his bride.

The couple prepared for the fairy tale wedding of their dreams, united at last…

And they both lived happily ever after! πŸ™‚

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-Rachel

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  1. * BlueSalad says:

    i saw some of these on Emliy’s facebook and immediately loved them all! she’s gorgeous and you’re brilliant. πŸ˜€

    | Reply Posted 5 years, 9 months ago
    • * RachelC says:

      Thanks! She was the PERFECT model. Emily, if you’re reading this, then know that there is no way you are coming back to visit and not getting your photos taken again! πŸ™‚

      | Reply Posted 5 years, 9 months ago
  2. * Emily Fensterman says:

    Yay you posted them!!! :] Loved the story πŸ˜‰ That was a lot of fun!

    | Reply Posted 5 years, 9 months ago
  3. * Hannah says:

    These photos are the best you done so far! Love them! I had a great time when we were doing this photoshoot. : )

    | Reply Posted 5 years, 9 months ago


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