Snow white is my all time favourite fairytale. Not the Disney one with the high pitched voice, ordering grown men around in their homes and shrieking at princes. The real, Grimms one. Maybe it's because princesses are always depicted as blonde. Maybe it's because my skin is almost as white as snow (or so the lack of matching foundation tells me.) I don't know what it is, but Snow White eating a poisoned apple has always fascinated me.
In the REAL story, the witch comes to the cottage three separate times. Once she sells corset laces and laces her up so tight she falls down as if dead. The second visit, she puts a poison comb into her hair and she revives when it's removed. The poisoned apple is lodged in her throat, and a bump in the road when the prince is carrying her coffin to his castle (because she's so beautiful he can't part with her) makes the apple piece dislodge and she awakens and marries him. The witch doesn't get off scot-free though, she's made to wear red hot shoes and dance til she dies at the wedding. Probably won't be reading that one to any little kids.... but it's interesting none-the-less.
Thanks for reading dears,
Karen
