A lot has happened since the last post. Work has been tough. I won't go there. On Saturday I played a command performance for five little princesses. My sister had a princess themed birthday party for her 4-year-old, Emily. Rather than rent an opulent queen outfit, I pulled together a regal number from my closet.
I put on a pink, tea-length satin dress and cinched it at the waist with chain belt with three large, rhine-stoned medallions. I topped it with a pink, cream and fushia jacket and accessorized with pearls, a high-school vintage charm bracelet, gargantuan rhine-stoned earrings, pink sling backs, and a bejeweled tiara. Nice.
At the my sister's door, I introduced myself to my niece as Queen Martzabella. "Nah huh," she scoffed, "you're Auntie Cake!" Kids, why want they humor your flights of fancy? All those hours of pretending and I can't be Queen for a Day? Apparently not.
The little princesses attending the birthday party looked askance at me. I could read their little thoughts, "What's WRONG with that grown up?" They did accept my help with the craft to make a jingle bell bracelet however, and allowed me help select fake jewels and pon poms to glue on a pink foam crown. I guess they figured I knew crowns.
My crowning moment came later in the day when I went with my mother to Costco in full queen regalia. I've come a long way. I felt no shame or embarrassment as I shopped with abandon, my sling backs clomping as I sampled the salsa and the triple-cream cheese. I caught, out of the corner of my eye, the looks couple would share as a breezed past. I think they were awed by my regal air.
Just another Saturday in the burbs!
I put on a pink, tea-length satin dress and cinched it at the waist with chain belt with three large, rhine-stoned medallions. I topped it with a pink, cream and fushia jacket and accessorized with pearls, a high-school vintage charm bracelet, gargantuan rhine-stoned earrings, pink sling backs, and a bejeweled tiara. Nice.
At the my sister's door, I introduced myself to my niece as Queen Martzabella. "Nah huh," she scoffed, "you're Auntie Cake!" Kids, why want they humor your flights of fancy? All those hours of pretending and I can't be Queen for a Day? Apparently not.
The little princesses attending the birthday party looked askance at me. I could read their little thoughts, "What's WRONG with that grown up?" They did accept my help with the craft to make a jingle bell bracelet however, and allowed me help select fake jewels and pon poms to glue on a pink foam crown. I guess they figured I knew crowns.
My crowning moment came later in the day when I went with my mother to Costco in full queen regalia. I've come a long way. I felt no shame or embarrassment as I shopped with abandon, my sling backs clomping as I sampled the salsa and the triple-cream cheese. I caught, out of the corner of my eye, the looks couple would share as a breezed past. I think they were awed by my regal air.
Just another Saturday in the burbs!
Sounds as if you were quite lovely (but then you always are!)
ReplyDeleteI never know quite how to respond to the fashion posts; it's a world of which I'm blissfully unaware (obviously) except for my amazement it exists at all and that there is such an economy around it.
But I do wish I could have seen you at Costco. I wish we had a photo!