I'm going to be 45 in March. It makes me feel a little sick to admit that. I am not someone who has accepted the aging process well. I still freak out at the gray hair I often see in the mirror (to be fair, I got my first gray hair at 25... and I cried for pretty much a week after I found it).
For the last 15-20 years if you asked me what I wanted for my birthday or for Christmas or any other gifting occasion I would have told you "I want a tiara". And then you would have laughed because what would a grown woman possibly want a tiara for?
Well, here's the thing... The Bloggess (who I have a HUGE girl-crush on) has this traveling red dress thing she's doing. And one of the things she's said about it is that the red dress isn't always a red dress. It is something you've wanted but not gotten/done for yourself because it's just too ridiculous/frivilous/decadent. And I've come to realize that MY "red dress" is a tiara. Because you don't just go out and buy yourself a tiara. I have nowhere to wear a tiara. I have no special occasion I want it for. I can't even articulate to you WHY I want a tiara, I just DO.
I actually added a tiara to my Amazon Wish List last year... and there it sits. And I am STILL trying to rationalize buying a tiara. And I don't know if I can actually talk myself into being ok with spending the money on a tiara. And no, a cardboard tiara would NOT be "just as good". Because if you're going to have a tiara, you may as well go for "the real thing".
I'll let you know if I ever go ahead and get my tiara. And maybe just putting out the intention to the Universe is enough. It's fun to think about, anyways.