Here is something you won’t hear me say very often, I babysat today. Checked your calendar? No, it’s not April or the 1st, Naomi de Plume spent time looking after a child – what’s the temperature in hell? It wasn’t just any child though; it was Supermom’s Tabitha, who is just about the only child I will watch. Logan, her 8-year-old brother, had to go somewhere – probably the patent office to register his latest invention – and Supermom didn’t have anyone else to watch Tabitha. So she made up some ridiculous excuse of Tabitha missing her Auntie Naomi and how we needed something Supermom called “quality time” (which alludes me how any quality could be assumed as I was expected me to remain sober during my watch. Thank God I don’t buy into assumptions.) But I was impressed with her attempt at pulling the wool over my eyes so I said yes.
(If you ever tell anyone I said this I will deny it up and down and accuse you of fornicating with serpents but the fact is, Tabitha is my kind of girl and I love a little time with her.)
As I never shy away from saying, I am a card-carrying, sash-wearing, sign-waving feminist. That said, on occasion, I have overheard other women’s vitriol about “girly things” which seems to be composed of princesses, tea sets, fashion dolls and anything with tulle. I full heartedly concur that both sexes should never be limited to a specific subset of toys or play gear – do away with “boys” and “girls” sections altogether, I say. But please don’t take my wimple – it suits me so well.
Tabitha has the right idea, I feel. She does not eschew anything girly but she doesn’t limit herself to it either. She likes pretty and playful. Tabitha showed up at the Chateau dressed head to toe in pink; it’s her favorite color. She had on a pink Henley, pink baseball cap, pink jeans, pink athletic socks and pink camouflage running shoes because, you see, they make her extra speedy.
Girly, done her way.
In keeping with the season, I suggested the staff put together a few winter themed activities; one of which was to make a snowman. She assembled the perfectly clipped, varying sized rounds of paper together and set out to dress it; at which point she stopped and said, “I don’t care to make a snowman, I want to make a snow woman.” Tabitha cut out a beautiful gown with a lovely collection of flowers on the snowwoman’s head and a brooch because a snowwoman needs to be well adorned, you see. And I said huzzah, the snow world needs more women. When we had completed our projects (mine being a martini – it was perfectly crafted, by the way,) Tabitha proclaimed it better that there were no snowmen because “they melt too quickly.” I know not how she knows this but its true with real men so why not snowmen?
When Clarice came around to announce that tea was ready, Tabitha suggested we drink it in a tent. One was constructed in the Sun Room (which, by the way, I will have reconstructed when Adonis returns but with wildly different intent.) I asked Tabitha to write me up the scenario which, precocious thing that she is, she knows exactly what that entails. The scene was set: we were princesses who had a gap year between princess school and taking over our own nations. We had elected to go camping all across the universe to meet other people and aliens (and some surprisingly well-spoken animals) to learn how they grew up. Princess Nuuanna (Tabitha) speaks five alien languages and has a pet dragon. Princess Grace (me – why not?) had caves of precious stones that she personally makes into jewelry for herself and as gifts for those we visited. We ate sandwiches and had tea out of canteens and when we slept (or, in my case, reclined on the divan with my second martini), we had the live animals sleep on us because their bodies would be warmer than just their fur – Mouffette approved. And the tents in which we slept were made from the tulle from our skirts, which we could wear in case we had to go dancing.
Girly, done her way.
I know we want to drum out the old for the new to take its place but there is much beauty in the “old” as well. So change the line to “and after she completed her advanced degree in aeronautical engineering, she married the prince and they founded a lab to research efficiency” before the Happily Ever After. Let Barbie and Christie marry each other in their fabulous Malibu Beach House and show your little princess how to tuck her skirt in her waistband when she needs to beat the princes at an impromptu footrace.
My point is, darlings, just because its pink doesn’t mean it can’t be powerful.