Brush and brush and brush my hair

Thank you for your generous and heartfelt comments on the previous post! I appreciate your support and encouragement, and I'm impressed that you took the time to read through such a long post. No doubt you possess a kind of patience that is unknown to me.

So as I promised, a Tangled post with fan art! It was cute; it was pretty; it was whimsical; it was Disney. Mandy Moore has such a princess voice--her songs were absolutely gorgeous and I'm a little bashful to reveal how many times I've been replaying "Healing Incantation," "When Will My Life Begin" and "I See the Light" on YouTube. 

I can't say it was utterly creative, like How to Train Your Dragon. The creators basically meshed a bunch of things young girls ogle over--like crafty indoor activities, a really good looking dude to the rescue, gorgeous scenery speckled with floating lanterns, cute, ditsy, magical, talented and athletic heroin heroine (thanks Mom), an omnipresent pet etc--and used their most talented animators to produce a picture-perfect princess film. Again, it was Disney.

Still, I woke up two days in a row with an insatiable urge to weave a flower garland and twirl in a shimmery dress and express my dire emotions through song accompanied by birds and squirrels. Who says dreaming to be a princess is limited to five year olds? Man, I want a real man in my life--one mounted on a legit steed plzkthx.