Can we talk?  I will be the first to admit to you that I love being an independent woman, a woman who has built a long and I hope, successful career,  a strong woman who has raised three great kids, made some mistakes and learned from them and returned even stronger.  But despite all of this, there is nothing like my husband calling me his “princess”.

Yes, I said princess.  Not queen.  I have a sign on the wall of my sitting area that says “I want to be a princess.  Queens have responsibilities.”  And that’s it I suppose.  I have so many responsibilities so much of the time that sometimes I just don’t want them anymore.  I want to be a princess.  With princess things.

Like my princess bed.  When I was a kid I had several friends who had those wonderful princessy canopy beds, all pink and purple.  I wanted a canopy bed SO badly.  After all, I am a frilly, romantic girl at heart and it just seemed to fit my personality.  But no, I had the little twin bed in white covered in a sensible (yet still bright pink and purple) bedspread.  No frills, no ruffles.  Sensible.

As an adult, I decided I needed to get rid of silly, childish, frilly things and ideas and become more sensible.  The sensible beige sofa and chair that went from “child proof” to child destroyed with it’s sensible wood coffee and end table.  The sensible bed frame with whatever the latest style of comforter was on sale.  After all, I wasn’t a princess, I was a married mom to three boys.  Three boys who had no appreciation of anything girly.  After all I was Mom, not a girl.

But then the princess began to rebel a little bit.  She wanted color and patterns.  She wanted pretty even if it wasn’t practical.  She wanted pedicures and highlights in her hair and cute shoes. And she wanted the princess bed.  So several years ago, when we decided to replace our bedroom furniture, I chose the princess bed.  A wonderful four poster canopy bed done in a style of something you might see in the Bahamas.  No, I haven’t subjected my poor husband to pink and purple – well ok, maybe a tiny bit of purple – but he’s a good sport.  There’s just something so luxurious, something so impractical, so youthful about this bed that everytime I have to hoist myself into it (it’s tall too!), it makes me feel like, well – a princess!

So the princess bed has led to the princess chair in my little reading nook with all its bright colors and my little yellow convertible bug because quite frankly, life it too short not to surround yourself with pretty.  I can still be smart and strong and hard working and bring home the bacon AND still be just as feminine as I want to be.  Surrounding myself with colorful little pieces of joy and having my princess bed to climb into every night.

Goodnight!