Category: Real Talk

The Time I Was Peed on as a Princess

The “princess life” is really not always the glamorous life, and lets be real, it rarely is. You walk into every shift, every party, every day hoping for the best because you literally never know what you are gonna get.  Even when you think it’s going so amazingly well you get handed the biggest surprises and disasters… I would like to call them “opportunities” but lets be real sometimes you are cussing in your head just trying to keep it together and really attempting not to have a complete and total melt down.

Wanna know my worst, craziest party story? Ever read my “About Me” page?  The whole “peed on” thing wasn’t made up, I was actually peed on once at a birthday party, half way through the party, by the birthday girl.  

So lets start at the beginning.  I was working for another company in town long before I started my own (praise side note cause if this was in my horribly expensive custom gown someone would have been murdered) and things were going so well at this party, and the time came to sing Happy Birthday and cut the cake and take photos the whole wonderful end of the party.  Well I was holding the birthday girl and things got very… warm.  I look down and the dress is SOAKED!  

In my head I’m freaking out, “this little shit just peed on me, I was just peed on and this is the nastiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”  Externally I still to this day have ZERO idea how I stayed so calm.  I excused myself to the restroom and wiped down the dress as best I could, I mean what can you do about a giant wet spot down the front of your dress?  I returned, cool calm and collected, cut the cake and the horrified mom could not send me on my way fast enough with a GIANT tip.  

I think I took the longest shower I’ve ever taken and that dress could not have gone in the washer any faster!  I’m cringing and shaking my head sitting here writing and remembering this story.

So true story I have actually been peed on as a princess… the glamorous life of a princess.  

Sometimes You Can’t Make it Ok

Today is one of those incredibly personal and uncomfortable posts to write, and whats harder is I’m not in my own home to write it.  I’m in a hotel room in Georgia doing it.  Earlier this month my Boyfriend lost his Mother, incredibly unexpectedly and devastatingly.  So here we are to celebrate her life months later.

Its been a tough road and I expect today to be the toughest of all, today is the day that it all becomes real.  Its the day that anyone dreads.  The worst part was the helpless feeling, there was nothing I could do to help the pain that he was in.  No matter how much I hugged, kissed, loved or tried to cook it away there was nothing I could do to make it better.

I’ll be honest, the stress of it ate at me.  The panic attack pressed on me and work became impossible (I would have to walk off the floor at work) and try to just breathe. The noise, the sound and just looking at another person just becomes too much on top of everything going on in your own head and no matter how much you try to escape it all, it catches up to you and all the air leaves the room and you can’t catch your breath for anything.  This is the person who always takes care of me and I can’t fix it for him.

Today is the day it all becomes to real for him, and its the day I have to admit that you can’t always make everything better.  You can’t always fix it and thats ok.  Not everything can or is meant to be fixed.  Sometimes life sucks and its part of being an adult.

Even right now as I write this in this strange hotel room with out my pugs to cuddle me (somehow they make it a little bit better but I know they are being well loved with my friend at home) it feels like the oxygen is leaving the room. I know I can’t make it better but I know I can at least be here.

A Real Day In the Life of a Party Princess

So lets be real there have been piles of fluff pieces about “a day in the life” and they are complete and total lies.  They don’t talk about changing in your backseat.  Cramming some kind of food in your face (if you even have time), not drinking too much cause then you have to pee and the complete exhaustion and starvation at the end of the day.

Every morning started with coffee, ALWAYS coffee long before getting dressed (anyone drinking and eating in costume is asking for an accident lets be real here).  I always have traditionally used cut mesh wig caps so they started as a head band to start the makeup process, I always started here.

The Makeup (if you don’t look crazy its not being done right) was a 45 minute process.  And there was lots of it.  I chose what was the first character of my day and tried to adapt the makeup from there as I switched (more on that as we get to that process).

Now from here I loaded my costumes and wigs in my car that I will need in addition to the costume I will start my day out in (because its never the same character all day, that would be too easy lol). They are strategically placed by how I will need them and how quickly I will need to change through out the day.

Then it was get dressed time, normally completely by myself (typically my boyfriend was still asleep so this was a process) the gowns were almost all lace up, so the joys of corseting yourself up in a dress and the length that takes, frankly its a workout. Then secure the wig and head out.

Theres always a stack of papers with all of the party details, the name of the birthday child, the party structure and most importantly location. Now its off we go.

Once you arrive you park somewhere where the child and family won’t see your car (princesses don’t drive cars and that simply will kill the “magic”) and pray they are inside and have the a/c on, because I live in Central Florida and anything else is plain torture for 9 months out of the year while jumping around and dancing with a gaggle of 3-6 year olds.  Now arrive, read a story, sing some songs, do a dance, sing happy birthday take photos and run to your car to head to the next party.  Now wether or not to change there depended on the size of the gown, if it was a small gown and the next was a large one, wait!  If this was big and the next was small change asap!  If they were about the same I waited and changed on site for a number of reasons.  Mainly knowing how much time I had for the transformation, I wouldn’t want to take 30 minutes if I was going to hit traffic and only really had 10.

Next is to rinse and repeat as a whole other person.  Now this is a 6-7 hour day with driving between parties and doing the actual parties (which vary between 60-90 minutes) and driving between them.  Most days I didn’t eat that entire day but man was that basket of tacos and giant Diet Coke epic when I was done!  Its a long grueling day that takes a ton of patience, energy and dedication.

Stop Making Women Disposable

This article surfaced within the last few days and I couldn’t help but chat about it

Ex-Disney performer sues, saying pregnancy cost her job at Animal Kingdom

 

This story outrages me on a level, this poor woman did what any woman should be able to do with out consequence, have a child.  In the end it cost her a job she loved.  So many end up staying silent because they are afraid they won’t get cast or worse will get black listed!  Where does it end?

From my understanding she went out early in her pregnancy due being high risk and was terminated within days of giving birth (You and I both know thats not legal and is really crappy lets be honest).  Instead of following standard protocol and doing a refit and rehearsal they made her reaudition for her job which is against every rule standing.

Its really heartbreaking that as Women we are still fighting to be treated reasonably in our workplaces and not be punished for basic things like having babies.  I’m really proud of her for standing up for herself and women everywhere!