Tell A Fairy Tale Day
Once upon a time, your magical story started and you turn a new page toward your happily ever after every day! You're the heroin in your own fairy tale, and Tell A Fairy Tale Day is the perfect time to throw your own celebration ball.
At KEEP Collective, we love to see those stories from start to finish, all the ups, downs, and in betweens, and all the little moments and milestones you achieve. Because every story is different, fairy tales don't always have to be prince + princess = love (although, those are great, too!). We thought we'd reimagine a few legends for you right here on the blog!
The Princess in Paradise
Once upon a time, there was a princess who always dreamed of seeing the beach. Every night, she closed her eyes and watched the waves crash against hot sand. She could practically feel it between her toes. Sometimes, she even woke to find her hair smelling of salt and sun.
She lived a thousand miles away from any ocean, but she vowed that one day, she would find her way there.
One day, a friend on Facebook posted about a magical brand called KEEP Collective. She got curious and began to explore. What she found was a community of princesses just like herself: storytellers who dreamed big about worlds they could only imagine. Plus, they had jewelry fit for a queen! She was hooked.
She started telling everyone she knew about this magical brand and before she knew it, her ultimate dream had come true. She'd earned a trip to Glam Getaway in Cabo San Lucas with all her new friends, and she'd finally wake up to the actual sound of waves.
Beauty's Night On The Town
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman who had everything she could ask for in life. She had a wonderful family, a full heart, and job she loved so much she could burst with it. She was always busy, but she was happy.
Every once in a while though, the beauty remembered what it was like to get dressed up in her favorite heels, put on a little lipstick, and go tear up the town with friends who made her laugh and sign karaoke.
One night, the beauty's husband sat her down. He placed her favorite shade of lipstick on the table in front of her. He said, "Beauty, you work so hard for us. Tonight is your night." He was like a more handsome fairy godmother, and the beauty was jumping for joy.
She called three of her best friends and found their husband/ fairy godmother's had done the same. She swung by in her SUV carriage and carried her beautiful friends off into the night for an evening of belting "Like a Prayer" at the top of their lungs.
The Day She Reached The Stars
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in the countryside and stared up at the stars expanding over head. She named each star for one of her big goals.
There was the star for her future daughter named Emmy. There was a star for her future farm that she owned all by herself called The Empress' Ranch. There was a star for her future husband, but for some reason she couldn't name that one. She saw her whole future written in the stars and believed that one day they would all come true.
As girls do, the girl grew older. She had less time to look up and name the stars, but she kept her eye on the prize. She worked hard in school and eventually left her parent's countryside home to venture out in the world. Along the way, she encountered bumps in the road and mountains to conquer, but her life kept her always moving ahead.
One day, the girl took a deep breath and looked around her. A dusk was setting over her farm and the first stars in the night's sky were starting to peak out. Her young daughter was sitting next to her on her porch steps, humming softly to the tune of "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" and her husband, Sam, was cooking in the kitchen. The smell of dinner coming made her happy. She realized suddenly something she'd known since she was young: she believed and reached in her stars, and here she was.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who was suddenly a mother. Wasn't it just last week she met her husband and they had fallen in love? Wasn't it just yesterday that they had been married at a beautiful ceremony? The woman didn't know anymore when the days ended and the nights began, because, you see, she had a new born baby beauty.
Now, she loved this little girl more than anything and anyone she had ever known. She loved her smile, and her laugh, and every milestone she reached like curling her fingers around the woman's fingers and squeezing tight or waving at a stranger in Target for the first time. But there was one milestone that was eluding them. Baby Beauty had not yet slept through the night.
The new mother woke at all hours to answer Baby Beauty's cries. In the wee hours of the morning, the new mother read her stories, and sang her songs softly, and rocked her back and forth. The mother loved these moments, but she was ready for a good night's sleep.
One evening, the new mother and her baby beauty ate dinner as usual, had bath time as usual, read a story as usual, read another story as usual, and baby beauty fell asleep in her mother's arms.
The next thing the new mother was aware of was the sun streaming across her lap, little flecks of dust glittering in the air. Baby Beauty was breathing deeply in her crib, sound asleep through the night.
The Girl Who Cried Unicorn
Once upon a time, there was a girl, but she wasn't just any girl. There was something...special about her that no one could quite put their finger on.
Ever since she was a baby, she'd had long flowing hair that seemed to shine different colors in different light. Her eyes had always sparkled in a way that suggested her mind was full of stars. And her laugh. Her laugh was like the tinkling of bells, the sound coming from someplace deep inside her. There was a magic inside her no one quite understood.
As she grew older, her uniqueness only grew with her. When she learned to talk, her mother asked her, "Daughter, what makes you so special?"
"I am one of the unicorns," the girl told her mother.
You can imagine this fully perplexed the mother, but she laughed the way mothers do when children say wild things and thought nothing more about it. A few years went by and the girl started school. Her teacher and friends noticed her features and didn't quite know what to make of her.
"Girl," they asked, "what makes you so special?"
"I am one of the unicorns," she told them.
Now knowing children (and some adults), you know how this was received the world. The girl was made to feel sad about her shining hair and eyes, she tried to quiet her laugh. This went on for many years.
One day, she went to the lakeshore after school to think. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun and her eyes hidden behind sunglasses, she rarely laughed anymore. The lake made her forget these things and she untied her hair, tossed her sunglasses on the sand, and dipped her bare toes in the water. She laughed as a frog leaped at the sight of her.
"Excuse me," a airy voice said suddenly behind her. The girl jumped at the sound, turning around so quickly that the water splashed around her ankles. The voice belonged to a girl, around her age, with hair that seemed to shine different colors in different light.
"You're one of the unicorns," she told her and she nodded. She dipped her toes in the water with a laugh that sounded like the tinkling of bells.