Redemption is what it needs.
Oh, and big suitcase full of cash, but this is a fairytale and fairytales have no standard for currency, as far as I've seen. Maybe a pot of gold?
Sure, a pot of gold.
So, if someone could hook me up with a pot of gold, a big metal bucket and scrub brush (borrow one from Cinderella?), some magical trees from the enchanted forest and maybe some talking critters, well, that would be great.
I don't know what it is - My fairytales don't include a castle.
They include busted-up folk-artish dwellings.
This is where we would go to church. Of course, we would walk there.
Scratch that - we would skip.
We would skip from that house to this church, every Sunday and once in between, just because we are quaint and good like that.
I would braid wildflowers into my thick, lustrous hair.
My kids would wear brown shoes and no one would complain about it.
And coffee, for Cory.
Because he'd still be my Prince, you know.
Only he wouldn't wear those unfortunate stocking-things like Princes are known to do, he would wear his cowboy boots. And he would be clean-shaven and he would always, always wear a blue shirt so that I could more easily moon over his eyes.
We would also sing.
My voice would sound like Alison Krauss, not because she has my favorite voice, but because she has Prince Cory's favorite voice.
His voice would be Brad Paisley.
We would not sing whiskey lullabies, because that would just be depressing and lame, in a fairytale.
Our kids would hold hands the whole way home. They would pick me bouquets of wildflowers as big as their heads. They would call me "Mummy". Why not?
And naturally, we would live happily ever after.
I love your fairtale dreams.
ReplyDeleteLOVED this...
ReplyDeleteOooooh I want to come along and live in the fairytale too!
ReplyDeleteIn my humble opinion, your fairytale is the best I have ever read!;))
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Melanie
Thank you for bringing a smile to my face.
ReplyDeleteOf course Marjorie would serve you soup and lemon meringue pie. So glad you skip and waltz and braid flowers into your hair in your fairy tale. And my husband has a huge voice crush on Alison Krauss as well.
ReplyDeleteWhere is that darling little house? I love it! It is perfect for you.
ReplyDeleteThat church always makes me swoon when I drive by it! thanks for the little spot of dreaminess in the middle of my day!
I'm smiling from ear to ear (because you can literally do that in a fairytale). Thanks for sharing your delightful dreamy story. It made my day so much brighter!
ReplyDeleteLove that! (And I know that church... not too far from where my prince works... well, he doesn't work in my fairy tale, but in real life. :) )
ReplyDeleteI love this post :) Great fairy tale.
ReplyDelete~Kiri
Love your fairytale, you had me laughing at skipping to church :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend!
OK in this fairytale can I be one of your kids? I'll wear brown shoes & let you braid stuff in my hair & I'll skip anywhere you want me to go.
ReplyDeleteI would just need to paint a big princess mural on my bedroom wall & I must have an iron bed.
I want that fairytale tooooooo!
ReplyDeleteTell it again, tell it again.
Have you been peeking in my windows? ;)
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you will live in it one day???
ReplyDeleteWee tribute to you in my post today.xx
I love that your fairy tale included hubby's favourite singing voice. you are one wise and thoughtful daydreaming woman. Thanks for sharing. It was a fun glimpse.
ReplyDeleteDana
I love this fairytale. I want to live there, too.
ReplyDeleteooohhh sounds good to me. i like it. love that no one would complain about their brown shoes. you are a hoot!
ReplyDeleteI just LOVE your fairytale! Isn't it funny that noboday wants to BE a Marjorie but everyone wants to know one! (at least the belly part!)
ReplyDeleteblessings,
olivia
Very good fairytale!
ReplyDeleteI want to live in your fairytale too! I have my own prince, unshaven ;o
ReplyDeleteSo lovely.
ReplyDeleteYour creativity blows me away, you know.
I love the character of old buildings....
ReplyDeleteI would love to take a peek back in time when that house was alive with people.
By the way, are you an author yet? I mean paid & published? Your writing speaks to us, leaving us wanting more!!
ReplyDeleteI love this fairy tale. I could rescue that charming house too!!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend. I agree with cozycomfy cottage
You should be paid for your lovely writings
In my opinion that house is a castle..Ramshackled and tattered it's eye candy to me..When you're finished with the talking critters can you send them over I've got a heap of laundry they could help me with..xx
ReplyDeleteDarling story! Loved it. May I come for tea and a visit?
ReplyDeletewhere oh where is that house located? is the church really within skipping distance? Soup and crusty bread is something I could live on!
ReplyDeleteMmmm. I love this post. I love how you think (I can so easily identify with nearly every single thing you say)... and I marvel at your writing. You are such a delight!
ReplyDeleteThis fairy tale is the BEST!
ReplyDeleteyou are somethin' else, that's for sure;)
ReplyDeletei think that sounds divine.
ReplyDeleteLove this!! And that house! :)
ReplyDeleteJust had to come by and catch up on Ruby - man! she gave you guys a little scare.... geeesh. the love that girl had... so mature. so true. wow! Anyhow, loved your fairtale and I'm w/ ya I could see it too...
ReplyDeletewhere is that fairy godmother *wink*
Happy Weekend, Sami Jo
I just LOVE fairytales! Keep on dreaming. It keeps you smiling :)
ReplyDeleteLove this!
ReplyDeleteI laughed through this whole post. Awe-Some.
ReplyDeleteOf course you would skip.
Funniest thing EVer!
Are you sure Marjorie's name wasn't Marty? Seems awful familiar like. I have an old farm house....you can come eat anytime, and I'll sing too. xo
ReplyDeleteI'd take on that place... as soon as the Peach Palace is finished at least.
ReplyDeleteChris
oh, yes, naturally indeed! :) just darling - you are
ReplyDeleteJust lovely! I love it all...
ReplyDeleteWell of course you would! Sounds perfect to me! I will send a pot-o-gold to you express tomorrow : )
ReplyDeletei would live beside you in another redeemed old house and our children would skip together in this fairy-land world...
ReplyDeleteoh i'm happier just reading this!! :)
ReplyDeleteLove your fairy tale! :)
ReplyDeleteLove this . . . is there another house next door? Because I'd move in!
ReplyDeletewhile we're fairytaling, can you move me in across the street? in a peeling clapboard bungalow at the tail of a lane pebbled with sparkly rocks? (do y'know the ones i mean--pale grey and cream with a dusting of sparkle? those guys.)
ReplyDeletealso, i'd like you and yours to pop by every weekday at three for pots of honey tea/hot chocolate/coffee, simply for the pleasure of smiling at each other over steaming mugs of liquid comfort.
that would be a happily ever after, indeed.
Love this post! Love the house too. I'm a house rescuer by nature, but I'm trying to shake it. This current project of mine is less than a fairy tale. Just a little less though. ;-)
ReplyDelete-FringeGirl
Can I join your fairytale too?? I love that house, it is just beautiful. My dream is to find an old house like that and spend my days bringing it back to life.
ReplyDeleteI am new to blogging and in my search of kindred spirits, I came across your blog. I heart it:)
Loved the fairytale dream thoughts in this post. Everywhere I look here (in my city) there's stucco. The lure of brick and slatted wood homes is huge for me.
ReplyDeleteIf I'm not mistaken, I do believe I've seen every single one of those photographs in real life. With you by my side.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me feel very special.
That makes me miss Indiana.
That makes me miss you!
So how far off from your real life is that fairy tale, really? Sometimes it's all in how you look at it. ;)
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ReplyDeleteI love that house and that church! If only we all had a pot of gold to make our fairytales come true!
ReplyDeleteI love this fairytale! If I promise to not be the wicked witch of the west, can I live down the road? :)
ReplyDeleteLurker saying hi, here. Thanks for the smiles.
Kathleen
Great fairytale! Thanks for letting us dream with you.
ReplyDeleteOh I hope I'm a neighbor in your fairy tale and that my cottage has a dutch door and that I am a fresh faced raven haired beauty that wears an apron and sings songs in an oddly high pitched voice.
ReplyDeleteHad to send this one to my mom. It sounds like the place she lives in 100% of the time (in her mind). Thank you for the magical bedtime story... I think I'm headed to bed now to dream this in more detail :)
ReplyDeleteyep, that's me in my head, but slowly coming into my reality...life rocks.. love your meanderings...thanks for sharing this with me Shanna, I love you baby girl..robin ( shanna's mom)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful fairytale dream! I found you through TLC - best post of 2010. Congratulations. It is clear you are a very talented writer and I look forward to reading more on your site. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteSo happy to come back and read it all over again!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet post. I think you are already living your happily ever after -- has more to do with the who you're with than the where you are!
ReplyDeleteWishing you and yours a healthy, happy new year!
Deborah
I love homes with history too. But I've never had one! Maybe some day. I love these photos & your blog.
ReplyDeleteWarmly, Michelle
oh my gosh. we have the same dream. my prince charming is named david and i would sound like shania twain probably but other than that we are twins separated at birth when it comes to fairy tales!
ReplyDeletesorry to just barge in but i just saw this somewhere else that i can't remember and loved it! awesome, awesome awesome.;D
I loved your fairy tales and it is the same as mine. I just love that you wrote yours down. I came over from lettered cottage, tonight. I am off to check out the rest of your blog.
ReplyDeleteyou are very cool. did you know that?
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