Image how different fairy tales would be had Cinderella been middle-aged. A fit, trim, well-preserved middle-aged lady, in shape because her nasty stepsisters ate all the fatty food and she was left nibbling some leafy green veggies and the odd piece of broccoli. A rocking body because of years of cleaning house and washing windows.
Would Prince C. still try to fit the shoe over that unwashed, knobbly foot? Or would he depart for softer flesh, dewy eyes and “yeah, like … ” girls?
One thing I know for sure: she would have been wearing sensible shoes, not glass stilettos.
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I flirted with the muse for many years. “One day I will write and then I will astonish the whole world.”
I did astonish – myself.
Because the muse has gone off to support two other people in my life who actually wrote stuff. A lot of it. Often.
But I have baked a whole batch of cookies and have placed the milk right next to the laptop and I am warming up the seat in anticipation of her inspiring song.
Oh wait. That’s Father Christmas.
Wonder what she would like?
I think my muse would not be a tea-and-biscotti lady.
And no ways is she is Sex-on-the-beach-or-lawn-or-whatever cocktail kind of chick.
She isn’t a whiskey-straight-up dame either.
Possibly a freshly-squeezed-watermelon woman.
… time will tell.
(Image: “Shoes” by Michael Cory, flickr)