By JAMILA RIZVI
My dad was always the prettiest of the pretty princesses.
When I was around 7, my sister and I were fans of (okay, borderline obsessed with) a board game called Pretty Pretty Princess. Now you know those things with catchy titles or taglines but the experience never quite lives up to the hype?
This was NOTHING like that.
Imagine the most fun you’ve ever had. And then double it. And you’ve got Pretty Pretty Princess.
I can’t say I have a strong recollection of what you actually had to DO in the game but the important part is that as you moved around the board, you were rewarded with pieces of jewelery. The objective being, of course, to complete a matching set of clip-on earrings, rings, bracelets, anklets and necklaces in the colour of your choice (mine being pink. Obviously).
The first player to collect all of these sparkly pretty things was named the winner and crowned the Pretty Pretty Princess – there was a plastic silver tiara resplendent in multicoloured diamantes and everything.
And my dad – my super blokey, football watching, cricket playing, one-of-the-boys, work obsessed dad – he used to win ALL the time. (He was sneaky though, tried to collate the jewelry in a little pile in front of him instead of actually wearing it. But don’t worry – we were 7 and 3 – we didn’t let him get away with that kind of crap. He wore the jewels. Earrings and all.)
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This made me all teary!! Love this article and LOVE my gorgeous dad - also surrounded by daughters!
My Dad died in September. He was a joyful fun loving dad who used to sing nursery rhymes and silly songs (My Boomerang won't come back anyone?) to distract us while we were doing things we didn't want to (bath time, doing the dishes). He would stroke our hair until we went to sleep. I had the privilege of stroking his hair as he slipped away from this world. Such a great Dad, I am so blessed to have had him