I came across a very strange thing today and find that I'm still not entirely sure what ensued.
I was approached by a young lady who appeared frantic and possibly at her wit's end. Oddly enough, she resembled me down to the clothing she wore. Admittedly, it's not a piece of attire I wear often if at all.
An icy gown isn't exactly what you would call practical.
She took hold of my hand and asked if I could please tell her where it is that I get my hair done among other questions. She explained that she has a
Princess Party scheduled for this coming weekend and her "Elsa wig" was recently destroyed at a party she was coming from.
I did my best to help her, but I doubt it was the information she was looking for.
These parties are quite elaborate. There was one party in which two young ladies dressed as myself and Anna, and the home had been decorated to resemble the palace.
It's [...] interesting to say the least.
They do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.