Blog CemeteryWhat would it be like to be Erica Baxter or Princess Mary?
June 28th 2007 06:36
What would it be like to be Erica Baxter or Princess Mary?
How come some women get struck with the Lucky Stick, while others of us are stuck to a life of being mere mortals?
I’m planning a wedding in a week, but try, 50 guests and a long Sunday lunch for dining (my choice, of course, to make it low-key and not the full Italian affair, but STILL…) It’s hardly the French Riveria, I’ll admit. And, I’m not exactly wearing a million-dollar designer gown. Try off-the-rack for around $1200. Stylish – ahem, without the pricetag.
Still, I could see myself swanning about Monaco in another life; my hubby also owning a cruiser or inhabiting a castle. I can see my-fantasy-self at a top-notch New Year’s Eve party, where the guests mill about in only black and white costumes (as per the strict but uber chic dress code) and a view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge – or any famed bridge, for that matter – seen from the penthouse apartment’s windows, with fireworks, of course, ablaze on the coat hanger of a bridge.
But, am I - like many others - kidding myself into thinking that One Day (soon, hopefully) all of my childhood fantasies will come to fruition? Even, if only for a fleeting moment. Days, maybe mere months, of purely Living It Up.
Or, will I grow instead to be content surviving on just the crumbs of the Good Life - reading about all the goings-on of the rich and famous in the glossies and tabloids (hello Mischa Barton, Nicole Richie and, of course, Paris)? Being super-rich and glam surely can’t always be rosy if all the meaner pics of the celebs are anything to go by – the zitty/hung-over/cellulite/lov escorned/about-to-be-imprison ed type pics. Still, I’m sure we’d all happily pose for the paparazzi for just a day, let them roll out the red carpet a few times, pop the cork of a $1000 bottle of champagne just for the heck of it, party at the Playboy mansion – even make the worst dressed list, for a mere slice of the good life.
I wonder, I wonder… if I will ever get to taste that yummy pie? Or if I will look back with rose-tinted glasses at my less glam but more wholesome life, with a loving partner and future family supporting me and a satisfying enough career? I wonder…
How come some women get struck with the Lucky Stick, while others of us are stuck to a life of being mere mortals?
I’m planning a wedding in a week, but try, 50 guests and a long Sunday lunch for dining (my choice, of course, to make it low-key and not the full Italian affair, but STILL…) It’s hardly the French Riveria, I’ll admit. And, I’m not exactly wearing a million-dollar designer gown. Try off-the-rack for around $1200. Stylish – ahem, without the pricetag.
Still, I could see myself swanning about Monaco in another life; my hubby also owning a cruiser or inhabiting a castle. I can see my-fantasy-self at a top-notch New Year’s Eve party, where the guests mill about in only black and white costumes (as per the strict but uber chic dress code) and a view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge – or any famed bridge, for that matter – seen from the penthouse apartment’s windows, with fireworks, of course, ablaze on the coat hanger of a bridge.
Or, will I grow instead to be content surviving on just the crumbs of the Good Life - reading about all the goings-on of the rich and famous in the glossies and tabloids (hello Mischa Barton, Nicole Richie and, of course, Paris)? Being super-rich and glam surely can’t always be rosy if all the meaner pics of the celebs are anything to go by – the zitty/hung-over/cellulite/lov escorned/about-to-be-imprison ed type pics. Still, I’m sure we’d all happily pose for the paparazzi for just a day, let them roll out the red carpet a few times, pop the cork of a $1000 bottle of champagne just for the heck of it, party at the Playboy mansion – even make the worst dressed list, for a mere slice of the good life.
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