For the Love of Tiara and Smith&Wesson - Part 2

                                                 

Though the Tiara fetish hasn't diminished by any means, another, albeit an unrealistic one (so people say) has firmly laid its roots in my head. This brings me to my other love. The .22 mag 9mm Smith&Wesson

As the word 'fetish' implies, the subject of fetish need not have practical or sensible undertones. Yet, I do have my reasons for its acquisition. Apart from the obvious empowering and
sexy-to-hoot factor,it boils down to three groups of problems: safety concerns, instructional difficulties, and emotional considerations. Of these, safety is the most important (and most often overlooked) aspect. And i admit, these considerations did catalyze a certain sense of intimidation as to how I would go about achieving the seemingly tall order of pointers. But, once the myth surrounding how 'petite girls like myself  cant take the recoil of the gun', was busted, I was ALL up and about googling it, self educating my self about the calibers and specifications that are available out there.

The initial search itself made it clear to me that, contrary to popular belief, a woman’s physical size (or lack of it) has VERY LITTLE to do with which caliber will be best for her.

So basically, tiny little women with great big grins on their faces , have been known to hammer away with full-powered “manly” guns, while conversely, inumerous instances of sturdy-looking Amazon-woman types wincing from what can be considered to be a mild recoil, have also existed. It is ony the Size of the firearm that does matter.  For instance, a gun that fit the hand of that sassy hunky badass protagonist I saw on television quite well, might fit MY hands like socks on a rooster.

Anyway, so ever since i checked the 'Physical Barrier as a deterrent' off my 'Reasons-to-NOT-think-about-firearms' motion, I have wanted a .22 mag Smith&Wesson.
More than ever, for more than a year now . Yet it's the one thing i can't really include in my "Shopping" list. All i COULD do was choose and figure it in the top five of my "Someday" list.

But even choosing it does not come easy nor random by any means. When a gal tries on wedding dresses, they’re ALL pretty, and white, and they make you look like a princess. But there’s ONE that causes light to shine down from Heaven and the angels start singing and you know that its THE ONE.
Same thing happens with guns! They’re all kinda cool looking…they go *bang* when you pull the trigger, but every now and then you’ll run across one that makes you shoot straighter and gives you that feeling of an angelic choir in full “Laaaaaa!”

When that happens…..GET THAT GUN!!! Or, Specifically,  in my case, Get THIS BABAY!

http://www.smith-wesson.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Product4_750001_750051_765962_-1_775662_775655_757896_ProductDisplayErrorView_Y

:)
SOMEDAY.

P.s- My ultimate fantasy Selfie has me in my whole "Canvas-Shoes-Sparkly Tiara-Striker-fired 9 mm Smith & Wesson M&P Shield-in-a-custommade-holdster" Glory , living the secure and armed lifestyle.

So colour me Pretty
In shades of the Moon and the Sun
Picture me perfect
Armed with a Tiara and a Gun

Never saw me as a gunslinger girl, now did you
Among the Cutesy Pink Gloss and All
Well,prepare to change what you thought you knew
Cuz, dang, You dint know me at all.

For theLove of Tiara's and Smith&Wesson's - Part 1

I have possessed four of them so far, at different ages, gifted by different people, and with different sensibilities involved, but every single one of them, have made me feel like an heiress every single time i have got'em. 

Yes, Heiress :) - The kinds who acquires it when inheriting isn't an option :P

TIARA #1

ICKY-POO

Self Acquired

From a railway station i believe, where my impatient eye caught its cheap plastic chin-sty glint and pointed at it with my chubby fingers, mumbling -  "Muje Chaiye".

 My folks were in their - "say no- then negotiate" phase (which they never really seemed to outgrow till date), so quite a bit of drama, and 25 bucks later, i finally got my hands on it and clutched it as if my life depended on it.

The ULTIMATE  three way Tiara, it was. No wonder i was totally kicked about it.

A Click of a button and it lit up with snazzy burst of Loud blinky colors while "kambakq ishq hai jo" gave it the final touch of crass royalty. I named it Icky Poo and loved it to death.

Its was like living the Tiara Dream :D

The dream did not last long. It lived it's last magical moments at some kiddy party(most probably mine :P) where a bunch of annoying kids took it upon themselves to use it to push prod and eventually break it, much to my teary attempts which ended with me furiously bawling (yes, i cry when i am wayy to pissed). I have looked for a similiar thing since then, but couldnt find anything quite like my Jhingalala Icky-Poo Tiara.

TIARA #2

3rd MONTHIVERSARY (YEP, I NAMED IT ON THE OCCASION)

Was from a someone i was dating. So,one day he randomly crept behind me, covered my eyes with the palm of his hand, and in complete Bollywood ishtyle, intertwined a bunch of Balloons and a smallish dirty looking box in my open hands. A sucker for surprises, I was smilling like a nincompoop, anticipating all sorts of things that it might have. He had me beaming gleefully at the Balloons itself, until my eyes almost popped off at the shiny piece of prettiness that the box held. Yes, i got the crazies. No, He dint look surprised. In fact he had a satisfied expression, as he looked on at me acting like a loony 5 year old mad clown while over the next 15 minutes i took regular turns in jumping about the entire place, wearing it the whole time and humming lightly to sitting quietly in awe at what had just happened.

Much later, I found it hurt all over (read : snapped into two) as i unpacked after our shifting and fould it in a very precarious state. 2 Cellotape bundles and lots of disgruntled comments from me later, i salvaged what i could, keeping a mental note of carrying it on myself if i ever shifted houses again. 

My exquisite Princess-Crown

It still reminds me of that day.

It still makes me smile.

TIARA # 3

PRINCESSA

My adorable Sister, gifted me this tiny tiara crown that was so beautiful that I almost cried, first emotionally and subsequently due to the sudden realization that i now possesed an absurd no. of tiara's for a 20-something Science Graduate. Needless to say the latter reason wore off in minutes.

I wore it on my away-from-home-in-a-distant-land Birthday in Japan.

My Tiara crown with my Magic (I got proof, so non-believers, you can suck it) Wand.

Jealous Much? :D

TIARA # 4

BABEL

Handmade, with pearls and patience and love by two of my awesome Friends.

Gifted on my Birthday this year. It came with a Delish cake and everything. Made me go into a verbal diarrhea of "wtf, this cant be handmade"  in amazement until i realized it was all mine, and that was all that mattered. WOOHOOO it was SO sassy and elegant in all its pearly white glory :) Ofcorse it brought out the retard kid in me. Yet again.

One of the best Gift ever. Pearly and Priceless.

I still have it and it figures, along with my wand ofcourse, in my things-il-grab-in-case-of-a-fire-list! 

Yep. I am cheesy and i know it . LOL

But no matter how much i love myself in the whole Tiara glory, for me, the ULTIMATE Princess-de-elegante will always remain Princess D. Nobody could carry the tiara off quite like her. Maybe because Both were equally equisite and therefore complementary to each other.

                                           Amen to your Immortal Beauty

                                                                 

                                             

For the love of Tiara's, Wand and Smith&Wesson's - Part 1..... To Be Continued