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Day 06 - A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day.

Yesterday I came up with what I considered a BRILLIANT person to be for a day.
I was so excited!
Then I came home from work and I told James.
I explained all the reasons why this was the person whose shoes I would like to borrow for a mile.
Then James burst the bubble.
'I get it Lu, but isn't he manic depressive? What if you got him on a bad day?'
I never thought of that.
Was I willing to take the bad as well as the good.
Not really, no. This is supposed to be a fun exercise.
So I went back to the drawing board.
Perhaps this challenge wasn't going to be as simple as I thought.

So I put my thinking hat back on.
I realised there is no such thing as the perfect life.
Not that I thought anyone had a perfect life, we all have issues.
So I reached into the inner child in me.
The one thing I wanted to be when I was a little girl
was a princess. A kickass princess.
So here I go.
If I could be ANYONE for a day, 
I would be Princess Adora.
Or She-ra for the 80's kids out there.
Just to make her even more perfect for this challenge,
I always wanted to have a twin.

Upper body shot of a young woman with long blonde hair, she is wearing a white bodice and skirt with a golden accents on the bodice. She also wears a red cape and a gold headdress. She is holding a rapier in her hands and behind her is an explosion of yellow sparks.

For the honor of Grayskull

Comments

  1. Wardrobe ResurrectionAugust 24, 2012 at 7:54 AM

    You are awesome! :)

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  2. LouiseAugust 24, 2012 at 8:11 AM

    Ha! It is the Princess Adora in me!
    How is Azerbijan treating you? I LOVED checking out the photos from your trip to Tbilisi!

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  3. tifsongAugust 24, 2012 at 10:07 PM

    hahahahaha she ra. you're amazing.

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