What's In A Name?

Why is this blog titled "The Tiara Diaries"?  Am I a domestic diva? So. Far. From. It.  Do I have some lineage that connects with royalty? Not that I know of!  Are we living in a castle we've inheritated from a long lost uncle?  In England?   HAHAHAHAHA....my own imagination amuses me.

It all starts with an incredibly messy little girls' room.

My two dear daughters (dd's) share the upper 1/2 story of our house.  They are lovely dd's, and I enjoy them immensely.  However, they are too much like their mama and they have her habits.  Namely, the joy of starting a project and the lack of tidying up when they are done.  Therefore, even if we work and clean their room so it is a garden of blissful tidiness, we will eventually get to the place where it once again looks like a tornado has hit.

It was one of the "tornado" days when I was upstairs grumbling and complaining about the state of their room.  I was on my soapbox, declaring that this was the last time I was going to help with this disaster when I stepped on something sharp.  Howling, I looked to see what it was I stepped on, and there it was.  A bent up, once darling, sparkly tiara.  The tiara was a remnant from being flower girls in a dear friend's wedding and looked as though it had sat under a pile of junk and was stepped on multiple times.  It was not pretty.

I bent it back into shape--sort of--and decided if it wasn't loved enough to be put away, it wasn't loved enough to be kept.  So, I put it on my head.  When one of my dd's saw my head, she giggled and said, "Mom, why are you wearing that tiara?"  I replied, "Because I'm the queen of clean, that's why."

Later that day, I had the wonderful job of preparing our taxes.  I always dread this task.  I still had the tiara on, and when my husband saw me at the computer, papers and receipts everywhere, with a tiara askew on my head, he almost asked.  I just looked at him and said, "Everything is better when you're wearing a tiara."

And so, when I have a particularly nasty task, I get the tiara out.  It lives in my nightstand drawer now rather than on the dd's floor.  Somehow, wearing it helps me change my attitude.  Maybe it's silly.  Maybe it reminds me of who we women were meant to be.  Maybe it just appeals to my longing to live out the dailyness of life with a little bit of flair.  Maybe...

A Long Pause

Despite my good intentions, it seems life has a way of taking over and the blog, which was exciting to start, fell by the wayside.  I wanted to blog so I had a way to remember this life and journey--as I don't remember much that I haven't written down!!  So, once again, I've decided to start anew, and to marvel at this unique experience of life with all its ups and downs.

Here's to a new day, and a new blog post!  And hopefully, many more to come.