Generally, I find the term 'princess' insulting - all that pink and sparkle and frou-frou-ness. Its too much for me to handle. But Nordic Princesses are different. They are rough and strong and don't mind getting a little dirty. That's why they are cool. But I wouldn't want to defame the good name of Nordic Princesshood. There are some minimum requirements, you know. To be a Nordic Princess you must:
- Have blond hair and fair skin.
- Like black licorice, even the mildly salty kind.
- Cross-country ski.
- Knit.
- Hike.
- Favor wool over any other textile.
- Think any neighbor within a half mile is too close.
- Buy clothing for their practicality more than their appearance.
- Believe holidays are for roughing it, not for pampering.
- Eat fish.
- Love lefse.
- Prefer simple and classic to flashy and chi-chi.
Unfortunately, I'm a displaced Nordic Princess, living in Seattle, where my neighbors are far too close, lefse is hard to find and pampering is the order of the day. But Nordic Princesses are always up for a challenge.
