Transferring like Princess Grace

When I was a little girl, the image of "lady-like" comportment held up to me was Princess Grace.  As a ballet-school dropout and tomboy, I often heard remarks such as  "Princess Grace would not tear her leotards by roller skating on concrete!" 

I didn't realize at the time who Grace Kelly was, nor did I care. But despite that, apparently all the repetitious comments had some effect because the other day when I was practicing my transfers from The Beast, these words popped up: "Would Princess Grace transfer like that?"

Well, I don't know. I found this picture of her sitting rather demurely on a divan, dressed (of course) in a flowing robe  with her hair brushed out and adorned (I think) with a flower. I can assure you I never dress like that around my house. I'd manage to get the flowing robes run over by the wheels of the wheelchair. Nor do I sit with my hands clasped around my lower legs with my left knee slightly elevated, as she does. Not unless someone adjusts my footrests crookedly and the sticky part of the duct tape got left on the palm of my hands. 

No, there's no way I relate to this picture of Princess Grace - still. And yet I'm  intrigued at the thought of how exactly Princess Grace would transfer. Would she bat her eyes before demurely moving her derriere from that divan to her wheelchair? Would she lift her flowing robes just so or stroke her hair?

I'll never know the answers to these questions. I'm no princess and Princess Grace was not a quadriplegic. But my practice did yield satisfactory results: I can now safely and more efficiently transfer out of and into The Beast, for which I'm very very grateful. 

And maybe, perhaps on my birthday, I'll ask Meredith to place a flower in my hair and I'll wear long flowing robes.