....And she wears her tiara well.

Yes, it is what you think it is, it's my very own tiara!

If you are a first time reader, of my blog, you're probably wondering why a thirty seven year old woman is writing about her very own crown. 

Just look to the right of my blog and read my Bio~I have yearned for one for a very long time.

If you're a regular reader or follower then no explanations needed only squeals of excitement and some jumping up and down will suffice.

(just remember to cross your legs while jumping up and down and squealing if you experienced pregnancy and carrying babies that ruined your bladder control)

Trust me on that~

Oh, wait, the squealing and jumping up and down is exactly what I did.

(FYI-I jumped with my legs crossed, too, so don't feel alone or silly about that-it's life as a woman.)

Okay, well you can just sit here, read, smile, and check out my pictures of me and my tiara and all that I do while wearing it.

I was pleasantly surprised when a friend of mine gave it to me a week or so ago.

It's so beautiful.

It's not light to wear either. It's got some weight on it.

 It feels so royal.

I pretend the rhinestones are real diamonds, because I can.

My friend, that gave me the most beautiful and meaningful gift ever, is named Mary B. During Mass a week or so ago she said to meet her outside and that she had something for me. So I found her outside of the church and she took off to her car and returned with a gift bag.

I couldn't imagine what was going to be in the bag and much to my surprise I pulled out the most beautiful crown of jewels that I had ever seen in my life!

It was my very own tiara and I laughed and laughed and laughed some more.

I then thanked and thanked and thanked her.

I have never had a tiara.

I never was in pageants.

I was never was prom queen, but now........

I was a thirty seven year old woman who was as excited as if someone had just bought me the newest Cadillac Escalade that was custom made especially for me and it was all mine.

That's how much I love my tiara!

I know-

Ridiculous, but oh so, true.

I instantly decided that I would wear it all day long.

The thought of all of this-

The thought that someone went out and purchased this for me-

The thought that someone really knew what I wanted, but never bought for myself-

The thought that she got, well, me.......

It would make the daily events & chores of life not seem so, well..........like daily events & chores of life.

I would feel royal while doing these things.

Guess what?

I do feel royal.

It worked!

I also love it when I pass by wall mirrors, while cleaning, in my house and see all of the sparkle sitting upon my head.

It makes doing the massive amounts of laundry around here not seem so.......

..........like doing laundry.

It makes cleaning up the kids bathroom not feel so.........

............like I am cleaning up the kids bathroom.

I make dinner while wearing my tiara.

I take out the trash while wearing my tiara.

I mail. my mail, at the post office while waring my tiara.

I sit and sew while wearing my tiara.

I am blogging, right now, while wearing my tiara.

I talk to my fat mouse-ing security cat while wearing my tiara........

.......and for a split second he cares-I think.

I still feel like he looks down his nose at me even with my crown.

He's kind of a stuck up cat-

Oh well, his loss......

Anyways....

I work in my yard while wearing my tiara.

I water my hanging flower baskets while wearing my tiara.

I do everything, that pertains to my everyday life, while wearing my tiara and I love it!

........but he still doesn't care so much.

I even stand in my dining room and take self portraits in front of a pink floral painting hanging on my wall, like a fool, so I can create a royal glamour shot to share with all of you after I put it through a massive photo editing program, because I am that big of a cornball, but a cornball with a crown, nonetheless.

I am just royal like this~

I highly recommend to all women out there, in the world, to get yourself a crown.

I am really not kidding-not one bit.

I can't explain it other than........

You all deserve it, for all that you do for everyone else, every single day of your life, and it also makes the disgusting jobs around the house not so disgusting.

Now, I'm off to go scrub the " kids thrown" again, and I am so very excited!

See-it works!

Thank you so very much, Mary B., I love my tiara and I love you.

Toodle-loo

Nikki Pugh