Tiaras, Glitter, and All Things Girlie |
Here is a guest blog from our blog-ad winner, Kelley A. Swan!
It’s not like I wear my tiara all the time.
I only wear it on my birthday. And my mom’s birthday. And, okay. My sister’s, too. And then, sometimes, at my sons’ birthdays, as well. So, fine. I wear it to all birthdays in general.
I guess I should add Easter. I did wear it at Easter. But that’s a holiday. Like Mother’s Day. I wore it on Mother’s Day. But I’m allowed to do whatever I want on Mother’s Day. So.
And well, there was that Thursday. The day my short story got horribly rejected? Yeah. I wore it that day. But that was different. I needed to that day.
And Disney World. But you have to wear one at Disney World, so it doesn’t count. I mean, grown adults walk around wearing giant Goofy hats. It’s okay. And did you know? If you wear a tiara, all the characters and employees bow to you and call you “Your Royal Highness.” So, yes. You have to wear a tiara at Disney World.
It’s not like I wear the same tiara every time, either. I always tailor the tiara to the appropriate setting. For holidays I wear the light-up tiara; it’s covered with hot pink rhinestones and lights that blink. A marvel of technology, it has three light settings, so you can adjust the level of blinkiness. It works best in the dark, though. The effect is just all lost in glaring sunlight.
For more everyday events, I tend to wear the less elaborate gold tiara. Though I do prefer the light-up one; the other is fabric and has perkiness issues. It did, however, come with a wand. When you smack people with it, it makes a satisfying boing sound. So I like that.
I also have a simple rhinestone tiara, which is more understated. I like that one for running to the mailbox, personally. But it’s a little small for my taste. So I reserve it for special occasions, like getting the mail.
My husband gave up years ago. He tried at first to convince me tiara-wearing was odd behavior for a grown woman. But I wasn’t going to be parted from my tiaras, so he quit. Now he sees me sitting at the counter with a tiara and he just walks by. My sons simply ignore it. I think they hope it’s just a stage and I’ll grow out of it. I won’t, though. I love my tiaras.
I love pink, too. And sparkly stuff, especially glitter. I adore painting my toe nails bright colors and then sporting jeweled toe-rings. My dream laptop is flamingo pink, which I plan to bling out with rhinestones in the shape of Hello Kitty. If you can’t guess, yes: I love Hello Kitty, too.
I just love being a girl. And all the girlie-things in the world.
But I love being a woman most: the kind of woman who’s smart enough to get into an Ivy League grad school, design a website, kick butt in karate, or write a book. I love that I am someone who can raise two strong boys into a couple of fine men. (Especially the kind who can accept a woman, even if she’s a bit odd.)
But I absolutely adore being a woman who’s allowed to be confidant enough to be free to wear a tiara anytime she feels like it. Just because she likes it. Yes. I love that very much.
Having been both a freelance writer and regular contributor to newspapers and magazines, Kelley Swan gave it all up to write fiction. She’s now in the middle of writing not one, but two novels. And as if she wasn’t busy enough, she’s lucky enough to be a mom, wife, lackey to four cats, and a rabid blogger. Read her at http://kelleyaswan.blogspot.com
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