She was sorely disappointed. Instead of the Disneyfied Princess on the package, the contents were... well, pretty arb, as she grumbled later to Gramsci.
"Not a single Pocahontas! No Princess Jasmines, or Ariels. No Cinderellas! It was all just flowers and hearts and shells... and handbags! Handbags! Since when was Maggie Thatcher a princess?"
Gramsci bit what would have been his tongue had he not been a spider. He thought it unwise to point out to the Cow that that other great icon of the handbag world, while no longer a princess, was a Queen...