In High School, my friends called me “Princess”. But, you have to say it with a nasal whine and a dramatic eye role. As in, “What can we do for you now, Princess?!” The Princess drove an adorable convertible Geo Tracker with a pink pinstripe and a license plate that read, “I can’t wear my crown with the top’s down”. Throw a homecoming crown on my golden locks and roll out the red carpet! Queue eye roll.
Of course, I eventually out grew the nickname, sold the Tracker, and traded in my crowns for a law degree. But my monarchial inclination remained. My Prince Charming has turned me into a real-life Disney Princess. He also just installed a chandelier in our bathroom.
A sparking, twinkling, dazzling chandelier fit for a Princess. I might dig out those old crowns after all. My tiara, my chandelier, and my Prince Charming. The Princess is back!