What is it about princesses?

We spent the weekend in Manhattan, so lovely and fantastic in general but especially so as Fashion Week was beginning and the French/European contingent was in full force. I own no articles of designer apparel though I certainly appreciate the design and skill involved in its creation. I made my family walk down much of 5th Avenue. Beautiful clothes made for beautiful people. Not us hearty, husky, Bostonians.

More often than in past visits, the rich were highly visible. The trophy wives, socialites, debs, and nouveau riche. Daughters of America for sure. Most were blond as apparently in high class circles it is definitely still "in," despite the wisdom from my hairdresser Kio that brown is "it." Blond, thin, princesses. Some Euro but mostly American. My daughters could even identify them (though not appreciate their fashion forwardness) exclaiming, "their sunglasses are huge."

We bounded back to Boston and its eternal ugliness with haste as the Super Bowl was also beginning. Another land where rich princesses run around in fancy costumes. But seriously, even I could appreciate the competition of last night's game. And when the last few plays showed our hero, Tom Brady, hurtling the ball dozens of yards we had dreams of a miracle connection in our minds and hearts. A fairytale ending for our beloved Patriots. But it wasn't meant to be this year. Instead we witnessed the end to their perfect season. Somehow it feels very fitting.