For the past number of years, I have been getting together with a fabulous group of girls for a girls weekend. The tradition began over 22 years ago, when one of our girlfriends & her husband first purchased their cottage, now known as Two Loon Lagoon.
In its early days, the cottage was a pretty basic structure. No running water, no septic system, ancient appliances.
This meant lugging buckets of water from the lake, chipping ice out of freezers just to get the fridge to run, & visiting the outhouse in pairs. One of us peeing, while the other stood on the lookout for big hairy spiders or any other critters that might appear. Safety in numbers was our motto!
Since its inception, Two Loon Lagoon has been transformed into a lovely haven, complete with running water, a flush toilet & a shower!
Girls weekend includes copious amounts of food, wine & chocolate, but the truly best part is the laughter, the support & the many tears we have shared together as friends through the years.
There is no price that could be put on the therapy received from a group of women, sharing & solving the problems of the world.
In order to protect the innocent, we only have one rule: What is said at that cottage stays at the cottage. Man oh man, if those walls could talk!
Over the years, as our lives have evolved, it seems one of us is experiencing some sort of a life crisis or another. Thus the idea of Who is Wearing the Tiara, was formed.
As we gather together on that first night over a glass of wine or
10 2, catching up on each others lives, it doesn’t take long to determine who might be having a difficult time.
It could be work related, family related or it may simply be that the universe appears to be dumping
shit dirt on you faster than you can shovel it back. Quickly, we come to a unanimous decision as to who gets to wear the tiara for the weekend. This is code for, “WOW. Your life totally sucks right now. You win!”
By wearing the tiara, you are treated with extra special care for the weekend, in hopes that, with enough girlfriend love & pampering, life will somehow feel just a little lighter when you return to the harsh reality of the real world.
Pictured to the left is our lovely hostess wearing Helga Olga, or as I like to refer to her, our original tiara. Helga Olga is a russian tea cozy or, at least, she was, until one weekend, she threw herself into the oven, melting her face.
Perhaps she couldn’t bear to listen to any more of our life challenges. We’ll never know. We don’t really like to talk about it!
We could never truly replace Helga Olga. We tried with dollar store encrusted diamond tiaras, but they were never as comfortable. Now, it is more just a point of reference, than an actual tiara.
Trust me when I tell you, we have all worn it at some point over our time spent together.
In a few weeks, we will once again gather, for our 23rd annual girls weekend. I am not certain who will be wearing the tiara. Aging parents seems to be the challenge for most of us at the moment.
It could be a shared crown this year!