The Happiness of the Tiara

The Facebook has already seen this, but Jane isn’t on the Facebook, so she hasn’t.

I went to Imaginarium the weekend before last, then I came home and Mom got pneumonia and was in the hospital. Then she came home and I went shopping in preparation for going to Context this past weekend.

So I was in The Bad Place (WalMart), where I had to go to get one of Mom’s prescriptions because nobody else had it in liquid form, and I said to myself, “I should have a tiara. I should TOTALLY have a tiara.”

So, you know, that happened. Only I hugged myself. heh

I wore it all day Saturday at Context, and it made me very very happy.

And I will wear my crown in swimming and everything.

I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about the delicious Harvest Tart I made last night.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character gets something wildly inappropriate and is inordinately happy.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “The Happiness of the Tiara

  1. Jane

    September 30, 2014 at 10:16am


    Ah, the Happiness of the Tiara 😉

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  2. Pierre Laberge

    September 30, 2014 at 1:31pm

    Have not seen one at the local WalMart. How much was it? Hope you and mum are ok. Take Care.

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      Marian Allen

      September 30, 2014 at 1:46pm

      Thanks for asking, Pete — Mom and I are both doing well. Hope you and yours are the same.

      The tiara was with the Halloween/birthday stuff. I hesitated to get it, since it was almost $10, but WANTED it, dammit!

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  3. Pierre Laberge

    September 30, 2014 at 2:14pm

    I must go see.
    I desperately need one for an UBER special Princess. Princesses wear tiaras….. Uneasy lies the head upon which sits a crown. That’s for kings and empresses.

    Your $10 was well spent!

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