It’s no surprise to people who know me that I am not a fancy Nancy.
I’m not plain, and I am (I hope) feminine, but I’m definitely not lacy, doily, flowery foo-foo.
I’m so not a princess.
That said, I’m constantly getting invited to women’s events that border on the fancy. This past weekend, I was with a group of women at a nearby Victorian hotel, which has fancy in its very structure.