It’s been a stunning morning – literally. I was watching the coverage of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, and suddenly it hit me. Bear with me now…I think I am royalty.
I know – it shocked me too. But frankly, there have been many subtle, and not-so-subtle clues about my true lineage, that when considered in their totality seem to reinforce this belief. I began to give this more thought in the shower, and as slowly as the shampoo meandered down the drain, certain memories crept to the fore of my increasingly clean head. Consider the following:
1. My sister used to tell me I was adopted.
2. After hearing the story of “The Princess And The Pea”, she put a Wiffle golf ball under my mattress, and…wait for it…I had a bruise the next morning!
3. My first wedding occurred when I was eight years old. It was pre-arranged as are many royal weddings, undoubtedly a marriage more of bungalows and favorable real estate in the Catskills, than affection. That said, Stevie Kurstein was very cute, never hurled spit balls at me and I think we made a lovely couple. My sister officiated and as I recall all the local glitterati were in attendance. I wore a tiara (it’s getting clearer to you now too, isn’t it?), a faux mink stole, bermuda shorts and patent leather Mary Janes. I remember not being able to find my Cinderella-like clear slippers (which are now a fashion ‘do’ if you like to dance on the pole, if you know what I mean), so the patent leather had to do. The reception at the Dairy Barn was nothing short of the event of the summer. Sometime later the marriage was nullified, though the details are somewhat hazy to me.
4. Good manners were essential in our house. How to speak to grown-ups appropriately – mandatory; how to set the table correctly for a multiple-course meal – compulsory. We were expected to be gracious and arguably were held to a stricter standard than most of our friends. Even dad occasionally lifted his pinky when drinking coffee. In retrospect, this was probably part of their subtle efforts to groom me for my inevitable future. Mom would even ask, “Is this the way you would eat if you were dining with the Queen?” I mean – could it be more obvious?? I needed to be prepared for my coronation and the festivity to follow, confident that I wouldn’t slurp my soup or hit the tines of my fork against my teeth. She didn’t want me to embarrass myself. Sigh…had I only known.
5. I was taught to sit both English and Western saddles (presumably the latter in case I was asked to go riding with an American politician or celebrity – or both). True, I never developed an appreciation for the hunt, but I do love dogs and I definitely can put together a beautiful pre-hunt spread.
6. Our family history meets the criteria of questionable characters and mischief-making. Unrequited childhood crushes on cousins, marriages, divorces, too much flirting amongst the adults for my sister and I to fully understand (though we knew it was salacious – well, we didn’t use that adjective necessarily, but we knew enough to put a glass up against the wall to try and listen to what was going on), days and nights of reckless abandon (actually that was my entire first two years of college…). There were some annus horribilus (or is it ‘horribili’) for us as well – all part of the mantle one wears I suppose. There were even odes written to my loveliness (ok, that’s not true, they were more like “There once was a girl from Jackson Heights…”).
7. My mom used to tell me that she never imagined me to be the type to work as hard as I did. Rather, she pictured me “sitting by a pool, eating bon bons”. You might take this to mean that she viewed me as a non-contributing sloth, but I think she was trying to tell me that I was supposed to answer to a different calling.
8. My sons are princes among men. Brilliant, handsome, charming – who as teenagers also knew how to party with regal flair and flourish.
9. As a child, I used to tie a blanket around my neck and pretend it was my ermine cape; my baton was my scepter. I still have the scepter – two actually. They’re made of titanium and are strategically placed on either side of my spine. I don’t have any ermine, but my mom’s mink coat hangs in our closet.
10. I love a good handbag, and my nieces used to ask if they would inherit my jewelry when I died.
11. My home is my castle. True, I define ‘castle’ quite loosely.
12. My virtues are more symbolic than actual.
Ok, there you have it…my mind is just reeling trying to absorb all of this. I realize the likelihood of my assumption to royal status is a flight of fancy. I am destined to remain anonymous and one of the people. Alas, I will take pride in being a mini-matriarch of all that I survey and love. I am now going to hold my freshly washed head high and drive to the supermarket.
34 thoughts on “A Royal Revelation”
Funny, we think you’re royalty too.
You are a royally good friend… 🙂
Love it! You rule!
I almost called you before I wrote it…xoxo
Sounds like royalty to me! It sure was fun to read. Enjoy your day.
Please visualize me doing a deep, formal curtsy and conveying my heartfelt thanks with a gloved hand… 🙂 Seriously, thanks very much and hope you have a great afternoon!
Well it is obvious you are royalty. You know prince harry is still single 🙂
Lol…I think given that I’m old enough to be his mother AND the fact that I am happily married to my commoner husband, we’re an unlikely match. 🙂
Umm..is that a good “oh Boy” or a groaning “Oh boyyyyyyyy”…
I’m thinking you have too much time on your hands . . . lol!
Only on Sundays…and you can see the trouble that gets me into!
Mimi, you have outdone yourself!! Never have I seen such overwhelming evidence presented in so convincing a manner–I, for one, have NO doubts about your royal lineage and will hereafter refer to you simply as ‘my liege.’. 😉
Please Lori – no need, really. Mine is an informal kingdom – ‘friend’ would do so much better. lol… 🙂
Friend it is, and happy to say it….
You are the most royal among friends. This one is great. And, Mama and Papa Jerome are smiling or bowing depending on whatever visual makes you smile the most.
Just making you smile today is good enough for me! This was a lot of fun to write…xoxo
Very funny-you are royalty in my book!
No way – although you girls were my princesses way back when…:-)
Mimi, it all makes sense! I knew I was privileged to be exchanging comments with you. Lucky me! I will tell Alice I know a real princess…
Oh don’t you dare!!! Poor kid, she may believe you! 🙂
Actually, Mimi, I am fairly certain she would say, “I know you’re tricking me. Don’t trick me!” That said, she would be far more impressed if I told her you were a dragon.
Well, there’s some truth in that – you should see me in the morning before coffee. Rumor has it I can breathe fire
Thank you for the fun read! Your Highness….
It was my real pleasure!!!
You are, Your Royal Highness, quite simply victorious, happy, glorious – and absolutely priceless! Long may you reign 🙂
Thank you kind sir – I certainly emerged victorious from my childhood – crazy though it clearly was (and fun)!!!
I wasn’t royalty but my mother promised me that I would BECOME royalty. She promised me I would marry Charles. She called me at the office the day Charles announced his engagement to Diana. My mother was quite distraught.
I don’t think you need Charles to be royalty – you are one of the most royal of bloggers in my mind..
this was terrific! Now we just need a photo of you in royal garb to prove your point. THEN we’ll all believe you… 🙂
Why didn’t I think of that?? Of course! Now where did put my tiara….:-)
My Queen, My Lady, where hath thou gone. My eyes shalt not rest, not even for the briefest of moments, while I search the countryside for you. I hope you’ll return soon. The Court Jester has a new trick to show you, and Prince Archibald awaits your company on his pre-dawn walk down the driveway.
Your King in Waiting