Snow White

I found Snow White on the beach today. It was very unexpected. I was cruising for interesting shells when this unnatural smoothness against the beaten shore stood out. The color was a far cry from the gray whiteness of the usual oyster shell scatterings. I bent down for a closer look. Still, it wasn’t clear. Once picked up….there she was.

Snow hadn’t been dropped. She was all alone, and looked like she’d been out there for a while. When I found her, she had her head in the sand with seaweed and pebbles up her skirt. She’s all of 31/2 inches high, and her hair – black in color – has been rubbed away from the top and crown of her head. One cheek shows a great patch of wear. (I can relate.) Her left arm appears to have a bad case of psoriasis tho’ it’s artfully posed. Her costume is a bit thin over her chest, and there’s sand everywhere. However, Snow’s petticoat appears intact, and her great big eyes with impossible eyelashes are still in place. Her smile, slightly weary from her unknown trials and tribulations, is sweet.

Yes, still radiating her wonderful, wide-eyed optimism, Snow manages to convey her Disney lineage as clearly as the day she discovered celluloid. Makes me think that she decided to dump the Dwarves and go explore the world. Wonder what she’s seen. She certainly looks as though she’s had a few adventures out there, and could use a rest. So, today, I brought Snow home for a visit. When the weather’s a bit warmer, I’ll return her to shore so that she may continue her travels.