Meg's blog about Princess Mary (Australia's greatest export) reminded me of a childhood fantasy. When I was ten I wanted to be a Caroline, preferably Princess of Monaco, but Kennedy would do. Or, the rough end of pineapple, Caroline X a girl in my class who was, perfect.
Forty years on Caroline X has faded in my eyes and I like myself a whole lot more...but I still have a hankering to be a Caroline. Or grab some of that understated, patrician style for myself. And no...neither of my girls are called Caroline!
Do you still admire the icons of your youth?