I Get To Be A Princess
A couple of months ago, I reminisced about being eight years old and wanting to be Miss America. (When Nineteen Was Far Away.)
I wanted to wear a gown and a tiara, and I thought that just maybe 2013 might be my year.
And I was right!
Last week my grand-niece (or is it great-niece? I never know which is correct) had a birthday party.
She turned five.
And she had a very special birthday party.
A princess party.
I never had the opportunity to attend a theme party when I was a kid. As a matter of fact, they didn’t even have theme parties when I was a kid.
So I was excited.
Now my great-nephew (grand-nephew?) had a theme birthday party last month for his third birthday. It was a basketball party. I did not dress up.
But a princess party?
I was determined to make the most of this event.
I got online and found a gown on EBay for $14.97. When I opened the box, there was a plastic rose taped to the tissue paper. This was one classy dress.
And it fit. Perfectly.
Then I found a website that sold tiaras for parties. They had 82 different tiaras to choose from. I picked one for $3.12.
Wanting to ensure that everyone felt special, I ordered a dozen tiaras. Make that thirteen, since I ordered a fancier one for the birthday girl. I wanted to look like a princess, but I figured the five-year-old birthday girl should still get the best tiara.
(Besides, it didn’t match my gown.)
And on Saturday, I got to be a princess.
It was exactly like Cinderella. And I mean EXACTLY – since I had to clean the house in the morning before I went to the party.
I dressed in my gown. I put my hair up and affixed the tiara. I wore my good pearls and high heels. I took extra pains with my makeup, and I even put on my false eyelashes – which is no easy feat.
I drove myself to the party, although I considered having my husband drive me there in the convertible. It would have been nice to sit up on the back and wave to the people.