Trials and Tribulations of Princess Hair: Been There, Done That and Don’t Want to Do It Again
Transforming into a princess isn’t easy. I can totally relate to my character Jaine’s stress of needing to look like Cinderella. Several years ago when I was planning my wedding, I needed to find the perfect hairstyle. Been there, done that, and I never want to go through that hairdresser craziness again.
First, my stylist tried a pinned up French braid, and although everyone admired it at a Christmas Eve party, I thought it seemed too severe for a bride. In February, at my next haircut, my hairdresser wove my dark locks into an upside down French braid. My future husband liked it, and I knew it would look good at someone else’s wedding, but doubts swirled over whether I wanted it for mine. Since I never wear my hair up, a stranger gazed back at me when I saw my reflection in the mirror.
On my next visit, I came home with a French twist. My mother despised it and didn’t sugarcoat her feelings. “I hate it,” she said. My father thought I looked hilarious and kept chuckling about my resemblance to a punk rocker. With only two months before the wedding, panic flooded over me.
“In the grand scheme of things, how important is your hair?” my fiancé asked.
“Very important!” I shouted.
My mother suggested that I try a “half-up, half-down” style so I’d look more like myself. Following my instructions, my poor stylist braided part of my hair and left the rest falling past my shoulders. “It kind of reminds me of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz,” she said.
Since I wasn’t marrying the Scarecrow, I nixed that idea and gave her a magazine picture my mother had cut out. It involved pinning up the back with lots of bobby pins and curling it into ringlets at the nape of my neck.
I stared at my reflection. My hair was dressy, but not so unusual that I didn’t recognize myself. I could live with this. Now that we could laugh about it, I asked my hairdresser if all her brides experimented with so many styles. She didn’t answer.
On my wedding day, with the veil framing my face and cascade of cream and pink tinted roses in my arms, I did indeed feel like a princess. It was worth all the aggravation, but. . .now when I need a good hair day, I arm myself with a curling iron, flat iron, and Aqua Net.
What happens when the glass slippers pinch Cinderella's toes? When Jaine Andersen proposes a new marketing role to the local amusement park, general manager Dylan Callahan charms her into filling Cinderella’s glass slippers for the summer. Her reign transforms Jaine’s ordinary life into chaos that would bewilder a fairy godmother. Secretly dating her bad boy boss, running wedding errands for her ungrateful sisters, and defending herself from the park’s resident villain means Jaine needs lots more than a comfy pair of shoes to restore order in her kingdom. First in the Storybook Valley series, a blend of sweet romance, chick lit, and fairy tale fun.
Stacy Juba got engaged at Epcot Theme Park and spent part of her honeymoon at Disneyland Paris, where she ate a burger, went on fast rides, and threw up on the train ride to the hotel. In addition to working on her new Storybook Valley chick lit/sweet romance series, set at a theme park, Stacy has written books about ice hockey, teen psychics, U.S. flag etiquette for kids, and determined women sleuths. When she’s not visiting theme parks with her family, (avoiding rides that spin and exotic hamburgers) Stacy helps writers to strengthen their manuscripts through her Crossroads Editing Service. Stacy is also the founder of the Glass Slipper Sisters, a group of fifteen authors who have published Cinderella-themed romance novels.
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