I was sitting in the salon todayвЂ¦. Yes six weeksвЂ¦ times to groom. Fun! And the usual eavesdropping ensued. I could not help but listen in to the girlie chatter going on around me. Today the place was all a buzzвЂ¦ more so than usual. Today was the day of the Royal Wedding.
Yes, I too woke at 3 am to relieve my bladder and my curiosity. After a good вЂњtinkleвЂќ I could not resist turning on the TELE to see the spectacle. DonвЂ™t worry my cyber sistersвЂ¦ I did not watch for long. I got a good look at the dress (yay for the dress) and then was fast back asleep before long.
SO here I am hours laterвЂ¦. a little groggy from a sleep interrupted and I canвЂ™t help but hear various of my salon sisters talking about how вЂњThis wedding is really every girlвЂ™s fantasy. We all want to marry a prince someday.вЂќ
REALLY? Did we all want to marry a Prince? HeyвЂ¦ good job Miss Kate or shall I say, HRH Duchess of Cornwall. I wish the lovely couple all the best. But as for me? I started to thinkвЂ¦ I never had the whole Prince fantasy.
Make no mistakeвЂ¦ my husband is truly my Prince of PeaceвЂ¦ but he garners this title because he is the most lovely calm man I knowвЂ¦. Not because his face is on a commemorative coin.
Bliss is mine in the marital senseвЂ¦. But I donвЂ™t think I ever wanted a the whole White knight rescue thing.
Sure it would be lovely to have a couture McQueen dress paid for by the working class. But when I was 12 or 15 or even 20- I dreamt of getting a degree, getting a good job and buying my own Couture dress.
Maybe that makes me less of a girlвЂ¦. Maybe that makes me more of one. As for the world view on the Fairytale endingвЂ¦. Safe to say, my girlfriends, it, like my salt and pepper rootsвЂ¦ well, it needs a bit of a touch up.