More memories of my Welsh Granny, who was born in 1933. When she was ten years old, her mother and father took her to Cardiff for a weekend. In Cardiff, there was a cinema. This was the first time my Granny had ever been to the cinema.
The film was The Wizard of Oz.
I’ve already mentioned that my Granny loved films, and I guess if your first film was The Wizard of Oz, it would be easy to get hooked. I think my first film was The Little Mermaid, which is wonderful in its own way. Now that I know some real mermaids, the Syrupy Adventures Of Ariel makes me giggle a bit.
Anyway, it seems The Wizard of Oz has affected many Realms, because one of the sizeable shopping fairs that comes round quarterly has this time around a Wizard of Oz theme. I was delighted! What fun it was to shop for clothes and fun little things inspired by the film. I felt like a kid myself. It’s funny how that particular film continues to appeal, despite how long ago it was made. I imagine my Granny, rapt in the darkness, clinging to her mum through the cyclone—and then the sudden magic of Technicolor!
I guess even Fae Queens need to play “let’s pretend” sometime. And I may not be exactly Over the Rainbow here, but it’s a good start.
And of course, when Dorothy escaped from her life, all she wanted to do was go back home. Home. Do I want to go back home? Sometimes. Sometimes, I feel an intense longing for petty academic politics, lunch at some little organic grocery with great coffee, the attentions of normal, broken young men. I miss my students. Some of them. I miss mobile phones and the Internet, but I can get that in a quick Realm-hop, and rumour has it I might even be able to get it on a regular basis if I can just find the right place.
There is no, “Why then, oh, why can’t I?” in this little song. Poor Dorothy, stuck on a farm in Kansas, plagued by the postmistress, probably looking at the equivalent of maybe two GCSEs in her whole intellectual life. I don’t know what kinds of books she would read, how she would feel, how she would think, because when I think about the film, all I can think of is Dorothy as a bit o a victim. She whinges. She simpers. She is Mary Sue with a terrier. And the moralistic lesson she learns is, “Don’t think above your station, little girl: find the beauty in the lot you’re given.”
Personally, I’d have stayed in Oz, at least long enough to figure out how to get someplace better. Like Faeryland.
Head: Catwa, Destiny
Ears: Logo, Expressive Elf Ears (with appliers from Lumae)
Eyes: Mesange, Kelpie Eyes (Omega appliers)
Skin: Lumae, Eirtae Bare, T1
Hair: Runaway, Dorothy Hair (Available at Enchantment!)
Dress: Una, Dorothy Dress (Available at Enchantment!)
Shoes: Astralia, Dorotea Shoes & Socks—the socks are a gift! (Available at Enchantment!)
Necklace: Snowpaws, If I Only Had a Heart—a gift! (Available at Enchantment!)
Poses: An Lar, the Layna Series, one and five
Cloud Base: 8f8, Dreamer’s Cloudland
Rainbow: Lunar Seasonal Designs, Menu Driven Rainbow
Trees: The Little Branch, Mystic Oak
Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never let my primary role-play character make sweeping generalisations about a beloved children’s book heroine without it!
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