So I’ve been thinking a lot about princesses lately. As in, how to become one. In theory, this shouldn’t be that difficult. I’m practically a Royal Wedding expert — I was on that beat HARD last year — and if there’s anyone to turn to for princess lessons, it’s obviously Kate Middleton, who’s not so much a princess as she is the world’s most perfect person with a penchant for high street fashion and cocker spaniels.** And, lest we forget, her parents were merely millionaires trying to put their daughter through college when she cleverly used her girl-next-door charms to win over a man who just so happened to hit it big at the gene pool, premature balding aside, of course. Really, he’s the lucky one, right? Kate did all the work. So maybe the moral of this story is to go to school and play field hockey and wear nude pantyhose and shop at Zara and be your best self and eventually, someday, the man of your dreams will take notice and before you know it, bam, you’re a princess and everyone wins. If you know what you’re doing, how hard can it be?
As a girl who has always had an insanely detailed, step-by-step plan in place when it comes to answering the ever-daunting question, “what next?” this formulaic approach should be encouraging. I mean, honestly, it’s so simple it’s a wonder more people AREN’T princesses. But then I got to thinking about payoff — you know, the whole so-what factor — and I realized that’s the part of the fairytale no one ever follows up on. Happily ever after and then … what do you do when you finally have everything you want? Maybe not a grand palace or dotting royal husband, but a decent apartment, stellar job, five real friends you can giggle hysterically with over happy hour. Do you sit around and bask in shiny content? Do you wait for others to catch up? Or do you put an intrepid foot forward and try something new and hope that no one takes a swipe at your crown (or your Louboutins or your job title or your boyfriend… tokens of princessdom vary for everyone, I think)? Once a princess, always a princess, except maybe not. No one seems to know. When does perfect become unperfect?
Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case
The other day I was wondering about whatever happened to Leisel Matthews (don’t ask why) which obviously led to me rigorously stalking her IMDB page and suddenly, little Sara Crewe’s words were ringing in my head, “I AM a princess — all girls are!” and of course, I think, she’s right. It’s not perfection that’s tangible, it’s the act of perfecting. I’m sure even Kate has her off-princess days … wasn’t it Nicholas Kirkwood who just accused her of not dressing the part? So enjoy what you have, but keep striving to improve. Ohmygosh duh I already knew that.
Basically, I just wanted to show you all a picture of the AMAZING princess cake I made in case you missed it here.
Best of luck this week, friends! I’ve relocated AGAIN to a new office doing new things, but there’s always something refreshing about a new start, no? Even if it is your third in four months…
**Ok whatever Kate Middleton isn’t a princess she’s a duchess but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.