Princess or a Dag?

I went to the races yesterday...not cars, that was last week .

This weekend was the horses at the local track. So I took great delight dressing up for the occasion with the mandatory fabulous dress, sky high heels, fascinator, make up etc.... the whole thing.

I had a great day sans kiddies....mingling with adults, winning a few bets & losing a few all dressed in my finery & feeling rather "princess-like". I'm completely comfortable in that environment, but I can tell you, that as soon as I stepped back inside my home, off came the finery & I was in a pair of tracky dacks and a bonds t-shirt. The heels were gone & the haviana's were on.

So the question is....am I a faux princess? and a true dag at heart?

or is it possible to be a bit of everything?

I truly believe there's a little bit of everything in me...ie, dag, princess, nice girl, b*tch, mother, childish prankster, realist, idealist blah,blah...you get the idea.

Life is all about balance - it keeps life interesting I think.