Royalty Restored!

I know this is silly, but I have recently begun wearing a gorgeous, hot magenta paper tiara that was handmade and embellished (with faux acrylic gemstones no less) by my five year old daughter.

Now, I haven't always been a devoted tiara aficionado. Quite the contrary! Tiaras were never a part of my childhood and even if they had been I would probably have rejected them as silly pieces of fluff. I am quite certain that as a child, I would have banished tiaras to the girlie realms of Barbies and stuffed unicorns.

So why my sudden change of heart?

Well the other day, in a pique of organizational frustration, I decided to don my tiara while cleaning the studio.

When I did so, something amazing happened. All of a sudden, cleaning didn't seem quite so ordinary. In fact, all of my overdue scrubbing and dust bunny annihilation took on a decidedly regal air!

That was when I realized that wearing a hot magenta paper tiara has the power to make even the most ordinary person feel like royalty. I became so caught up in my tiara wearing zeal that yesterday afternoon, I forgot to remove my tiara before collecting the children at school.

Yes, there I was walking down our tree lined boulevard wearing blue jeans, a Harley Davidson tee shirt and my hot magenta paper tiara. Oh, I wondered why the neighbors looked at me rather oddly and yes, I thought it strange that cars were honking as they passed me by; but truly, I was clueless as to why these unusual things were happening.

It wasn't until the crossing guard looked at me quizzically and said, "Nice tiara!" that I realized I had forgotten to remove my royal headdress.

By this time, my tiara had worked a kind of magic. I didn't care that cars were honking and people were staring. Wearing my tiara had made me feel more beautiful, more regal and at least three inches taller.

"Let the people stare!" I thought. After all, that seemed an appropriate response to my royal self!

Now some of you might wonder how my children reacted when they saw me waiting for them. I can only say, that they weren't terribly surprised. I guess they've come to expect extraordinary things from their mother.

Everyone should expect extraordinary things from themselves.

If you have forgotten what it is to feel like a queen/king, and to dream extraordinary dreams, might I suggest something to you?

Make yourself a tiara. Wear it! Allow yourself experience the whimsical world of possibility once again.

C'mon! What do you have to lose?