Fit for a princess

19 Sep

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I act because I like to be other people for just a little. Or at least get inside their heads. This Saturday I’ll have the terrifically taxing role of a playing a woman at my own birthday party and…she’s into being gluten-free. That part will be quite the stretch for me.
When I was little, my first acting was probably in the make-believe games I’d play. I liked to play royalty. We’ll get back to that.

So I needed to use that citron vodka from all my Cosmos
.
That and this sounded like it could be a manly girl drink, not in name but in hard alcohol ingredients. I do love a good man-girl drink, like the mo-ellen. Oh did I just mention that?
Really guys, I am going to keep trying to get attention for the Mo-Ellen until I see it on a bar menu.

The name of this drink, “Little Princess” I don’t love. I am not a princess.
I’m a queen, always have been.

Back to playing make-believe.

My friend Anne and I used to play with my mom’s dusters when we were quite young. Imaginative sorts that we were we used them like scepters and pretended we were royalty.
Me mum had two dusters, a slightly raggedy feather one and a poofy wool one dyed in orange hues, if memory is not totally failing me.
Now naturally we both wanted the pretty colorful one. Why?
That was the feather queen’s scepter. Total duh!

But I was such a brat. I always insisted on having that one and being feather queen and Anne got the tattered one and was merely the feather princess.

I am surprised we are still friends. Fortunately I got a wee bit more giving as the years wore on.

For instance, years after she moved away she came to visit one summer, and I shared my gothic splendor with her. We were about 15. She had white-blonde hair when she arrived and I put her back on the plane with jet-black hair.

I’m surprised her parents let her still be my friend.

Enough. Here is the drink. It’s tasty, maybe even better than a straight up vodka martini, but the name blows. I’m gonna go chill out with a duster now. On my couch(I.e. throne).

Little Princess from The Bartender’s Companion

1/8 oz. dry vermouth
1 3/4 oz. citron vodka
Lemon twist
Stir it up and garnish with the twist.
Please don’t wear a tiara.

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9 Responses to “Fit for a princess”

  1. Nadiya September 19, 2012 at 5:15 pm #

    Aww! I remember the days of make-belief. I’ve never been a queen but have been a faerie princess. However, most of the time I was an Amazon, some sort of an archer or just a warrior women. I was such a tomboy!

    • Ellen September 19, 2012 at 8:06 pm #

      Whoa, your make-believe personas were way cooler than mine! I was never anything so awesome as a warrior.

      Sent from my iPhone

  2. Rufina September 19, 2012 at 8:33 pm #

    MMMMmmmmm. Martinis. My favorite. I am picturing The Warrior yoga pose with a tiara crown on the head and a martini glass at the fingertips. Now that’s balance.

    • Ellen September 19, 2012 at 9:54 pm #

      I demand a picture if you can make that happen!:)

      Sent from my iPhone

  3. Sky September 26, 2012 at 8:00 am #

    My sister had disney princess costumes, but I would settle for nothing less than Batman- mask and all. That drink sounds lovely. I’ll have to try it out!

    • Ellen September 26, 2012 at 10:37 am #

      Batman sounds like a solid choice to me! I hope you enjoy the drink:)

  4. Sabrina Bolin (@MyMiBoSo) October 2, 2012 at 9:40 am #

    LOVE your make-believe queenly life Ellen! I always called myself queen of the animals as a kid, though quite honestly I was a lot more democratic (I’d walk around my yard delegating duties and asking the animals what they had on for the day)…

    • Ellen October 2, 2012 at 12:29 pm #

      Queen of the animals, I love it-sounds like you we’re their queen slash fashion consultant;)

      Sent from my iPhone

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