I amp it up a notch. Every year I wear tiaras that special week of the shortest month. I sparkle! My boss has named me the Valentine Queen.
February is very sweet at work. The week of February 14th, we find candy bars hidden in our desk drawers, chocolate-covered cherries in the break area, gift bags full of decadent treats. Nobody remembers why or when this tradition started. We never dress up to celebrate any other holidays.
Who says you can’t relive your childhood? As a kid, I was a princess every Halloween. This adds up to a royal assortment of rhinestone tiaras, now stored in a box in my hallway closet. While I appreciate the chance to model them again decades later, it saddens me I have to revert to being a commoner 51 weeks of every year.