A Little Princess

I recently re-watched this movie--I swear it still makes me cry every time. Someone gave it to me for my birthday when I turned six, and I remember it came with your very own little brass-colored locket. I also remember sticking it in the compartment of some McDonald's toy a couple of years later, and subsequently losing it when we got rid of all those little plastic toys. It was a sad day.

I always wanted a pretty Victorian school dress uniform like these. The frills and everything. And a window seat to sit on, too, with pretty, long, lacy curtains. My grandparents' had curtains just like these in "my" bedroom in their house, and my sister and I enjoyed hiding in them.



Interesting fact: this movie is one of my first memories/lessons about racism. Before this film, African-Americans were only a part of my life in the sense that I saw them in the supermarket, and I also saw that my mother generally avoided talking or interacting with them. In my little kindergarten mind, it didn't make a lot of difference, but this movie was the first striking memory of learning that I didn't interact with black people for a particular reason. I can't explain it exactly, partially because I don't remember much about how I came to understand racism while growing up with a racist family who never said anything about black people, but this was definitely one of my first clues in learning that dark skin meant something--something I wasn't supposed to talk or ask about.









Did you know a yellow rose means friendship?? I just learned this recently. One of my friends' favorite color is yellow. Like sunshine.

The locket I got with this movie actually LOOKED like the real thing, probably because this was back in the 90's when they still make movie products actually modeled after the movie...

castles and fairy princesses...

When I was first making the heading for this blog, I played around with several pictures. Here's what I came up with: