It’s been 24 hours and not a single co-worker has complimented my Princess Diana commemorative plate that I have displayed prominently on my shelf. I think it’s because everyone is really uncomfortable about how rich I’m going to be.
My plate is titled Our Royal Princess and was purchased over the weekend in La Conner, Washington. I paid $12 for it, but I think the woman who sold it to me was a Lifetime Network style benefactor who really just wanted me to be so rich. I was so excited about my plate that I didn’t realize it came with paperwork—a certificate of authenticity plus an advertisement for a wooden plate frame—and a Styrofoam box.
My Princess Diana commemorative plate is hand numbered and is, it says, the second issue in the "Diana: Queen of Our Hearts" collection, which was, “produced on hand-fired porcelain in an edition limited to a maximum of 95 firing days and crafted to the exacting standards of The Bradford Exchange.”
You hear that? Second issue. The Bradford Exchange.
I just wish someone would tell me how rich I am going to be, now that I have this plate in my life. Please let me know.