Friday, January 28, 2011

Someday My Prince Will Come

 I just finished reading Someday My Prince Will Come: True Adventures of a Wannabe Princess by Jerramy Fine. Its about a self-professed obsessive Anglophile, and lets just say the book resonated with me. Basically, its Jerramy's story about having grown up as the child of hippies in Colorado, and falling in love with Princess Diana at an early age. She was four when Diana married Charles, and while I was eight and doing what she was doing a few years earlier, it really felt like I was reading my life story for a good chunk of the book.

Jerramy (cursed with a boys name by her parents, and while I don't have a boys name, I do have a name no one can ever spell and which I must repeat several times before people understand it) decided, at age six, that she was going to marry Peter Phillips, also aged six at the time, and the son of Princess Anne. So the rest of the story is her quest to move to England, find Peter, and marry him. The book was hysterical, and I completely identified with her totally outrageous crush on the unattainable English hottie - especially when she described actually meeting Princess Anne as "my future mother-in-law." And don't even get me started about what happens when she actually meets Peter. 

When I was younger, I saw Diana marry Charles and receive a blue sapphire surrounded my fourteen diamonds as her engagement ring. Then Sarah married Andrew and recevied a large ruby surrounded by ten diamonds as her engagement ring. That left one unmarried English prince, Edward, and he remained single for quite some time. Which was perfect for me, because, what other beautiful gemstone was left but an emerald - my birthstone - and what better sign could there be from fate that we were meant to be? The large emerald surrounded by diamonds engagement ring was just waiting for me. Alas, I married Carl and Edward married Sophie, and neither Sophie nor I ended up with the emerald engagement ring.But there is still a part of me who considers myself a long-lost princess, and holds a special place for Edward.

But I digress... Someday My Prince Will Come was a joy to read. It took me back to my other life, reminding me what it was like to be young and in love with Princess Diana and all things royal. Just look at her in my all-time favorite Diana gown. Who wouldn't want to grow up and be a princess when you can wear a crown and dresses like these?!

So thanks to Jerramy Fine for sharing her outrageous story, and most importantly, (with some help from The King's Speech and the upcoming royal wedding) for helping renew my love affair with England, which had been simmering on the back burner for a few years. I've missed you.

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