It's no secret that I'm a lover of all things girly. My penchant for Disney Princesses is known all over the globe, and my obsession with pretty gowns and tiaras was part of what led me to become a writer of historical romance. I love pink, the ballet, whimsy and romance. And I love feeling beautiful and dainty, and sipping tea from delicate cups. Well, I like all those things in theory. However, reality sets in and the real Jerrica comes out. Just ask some of your fellow Lady Scribes who spent this last Wednesday evening with me.
What happened Wednesday evening? Well, first, I put on a pretty dress and my makeup, blew out my hair and was chauffeured by our own Ava Stone to my very first reading at Lady Jane's Salon in Raleigh. It went great, but that's neither here nor there, because what I want to talk about is the after party.
Once we were ensconced in Ava's comfy living room, along with Catherine Gayle, Erin Knightley and Olivia Kelly, it became astoundingly clear that I lack a filter. Of any kind. And I worry I may have scarred my friends for life with some of the stories I shared (sorry, guys!)
But whatever, this isn't terribly newsworthy. I've always known I would probably get along better with Queen Caroline than Queen Victoria. As a matter of fact, Lord Malmsbury once said of Caroline that "she lacked judgment, decorum and tact, spoke her mind too readily, acted
indiscreetly, and often neglected to wash, or change her dirty clothes. He went on to say that she had 'some natural but no acquired morality,
and no strong innate notions of its value and necessity.'" -Wikipedia
I smell a BFF!!!
Alright, so I don't have much of a filter when I'm in a certain crowd. Believe it or not, I do know how to conduct myself in a gracious manner when it really counts. However, I'm starting to wonder if my heathenish sensibilities are rubbing off on my 3-year-old daughter. Or maybe it's just in her blood! And I worry that this is going to ruin her chances of marrying into the British Aristocracy one day. Somehow I can't imagine the Duchess of Cambridge stripping down to her birthday suit and announcing, "There's butt here!" in a sing-song voice. Or declaring that she's "Hunting for treasure boogers!" as she, well, you know...digs for gold, shall we say?
Despite the fact that we often read "Polite as a Princess," she still shimmies under the tables at restaurants, kicks off her shoes and only pops her head up once in a while for me to throw a french fry into her mouth. But of course, it's all done while she's wearing one of her princess gowns and a tiara. Oy! She is my Mini Me.
What about you? Are you a proper miss who chooses her words and actions carefully? Or do you fall into the "no filter" category like my daughter and me? Any tips for getting a rambunctious 3-year-old with no regard for authority to mind her manners?