I never wanted to be the queen. I always noticed that either she was old, the evil one, or everyone was yelling, "Off with her head!" And I'm more of a "do it yourself" kinda girl anyway. What fun is it if you can't get in the kitchen and cook up a storm? Although, having someone clean the storm might have it's advantages. So how did I become Queen then? It started when I found 2 vintage trailers in the same day...and bought them both. I already had one, almost.. like just this close (holding fingers so close together) done. So I was ready for another project. I text my daughter, telling her the wonderful news, and got a reply of "Hey, Queen of her own trailer park.." and that was it. I am the Queen. I just wonder what the neighbors think? No I don't, I probably know already! So the fun begins, and the journey starts, not on the road yet, but in the driveway. And lucky for me, my hubby of 36 years helps me out with the stuff I can't do. All the important stuff like brakes, dry rot (although I am learning) electric, you get the picture. And he even blessed me with this sign! He is the one that treats me like a queen, a queen indeed....of her own trailer park.
