As every little girl, I wanted to be a princess when I was younger. A princess fully equipped with silky hair, a beautiful smile and an extravagant and pompous dress. A princess that practically didn't have anything to worry about, except the fresh graze on her knee or the peeled off nail polish on her tiny fingers. A princess that couldn't quite grasp the meaning of why she had to finish all her vegetables at dinner, or why she only was allowed to eat candy on Saturdays. These pictures are undoubtedly taking me back to those days. Good times.
Marthe
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