Well, my dear, it's just that some girls have all the luck. Now it could be good luck or it could be bad luck, it all depends, as they say. Let us say you had a choice of only one measly little tiara, worth no more than a couple of million quid with a few headlights and side rocks to go with it. And that tiara was say the Desiree Clary parure or maybe the Fife or the Portland or even the Queen Marie pearl thinge or say you could choose to be the lucky creature with four tiaras: to wit the Wurtemburg Ruby Good Witch of the East eyesore, the Queen Sonia burn the monasteries viking head dress, the Queen Margarethe II poppy space queen head splatter and then for the finale, let us think, ah yes the Princess Gloria (I think) double decker sapphire dinner plate large economy size tiara. Life has a way of presenting us with these unpleasant choices you know. Which would you pick.
Personally Greed would win out. I would haul all four of the unsightly horrors over to Southby's or some such or get out my little jewel hammer and pliers and start to work. There might even be some idiot who would buy the blasted things. The Gloria double decker thinge would certainly make a wonderful prop on Saturday Night live or some such. I would wear it on Halloween myself, but in Columbia SC they have arrested people on felony charges for far less.
Or you could really have all the luck and have the Essex tiara, the Princess Vladimir tiara with both pearls and emeralds, the sapphire parure of Queen Sylvia and let us see, the emerald tiara of the Empress Josephine or the ruby parure of the Empress Marie Louise. Of course for anybody with that kind of luck life with hubby dearest would probably turn out to be another one of those soap operas which members of the Royal Forums find as entertaining as the lucky princess would find disagreeable. Besides tiaras give you headaches. Cheers.
Cheers.