The Royal Wedding

I know. I'm sure everyone is sick to death of reading/seeing/hearing about the Royal Wedding. I promise this is the last you'll hear about it from me. I'm bored though, and have a lot of random thoughts flitting through my head about this whole shenanigan, so I thought maybe if I wrote them down they would go away. So here we go. I had to get up early this morning anyway because I had to work, but I got up a few minutes earlier so I could sit and give my undivided attention to the tele (note my clever use of British terms). As I watched Kate ride to the abbey, I wondered what she was thinking about. I'm sure she had the typical bride-on-her-wedding-day jitters, but I wonder if she was feeling the extraordinary pressure of literally having the whole world watching. The news reported an estimate that billions of people watched from home, on top of the several hundred thousand that lined the streets and palace plazas. Can you imagine? I'm certain that my only thought would be "Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Please don't trip." I'd be saying it to the rhythm of my footsteps. Actually, that's exactly what's happened any time I've had to get up in front of people. So, I said a little prayer for her. Well, from my lips to God's ears, y'all. She. Was. Flawless.

I think her dress looks a lot like Grace Kelly's did. It's simple. It's elegant. It's timeless. It's proportional to the size of the church without being out of control. I love it.

I also loved seeing them smile and whisper to each other. They're obviously very much in love and it makes the almost-non-existant romantic in me go "Awwww!"

And the hats! Katie, bar the door! Anyone that knows anything about me knows how much I love big hats! My husband send me a text later this morning that said "This is soooo up your alley. Puffy hats everywhere!" I love him. Anyway, I wish I had been born in an earlier time when it was socially accepted/required to wear hats like that. I guess I could move to England, but I think I'd rather live in Civil War-Era Georgia than modern-day snooty England. That's just me though. Sidenote: How did Harry end up being the good-looking brother? William just hasn't aged well, bless his heart. Carry on. Where was I? Oh! The hats!

Also stunning: Kate's sister, Pippa. I know several people who adore that name. I'm sorry, I find it heinous. Okay, maybe heinous is a little extreme. I very strongly dislike it, but it doesn't matter, because her dress is gorgeous! I wonder if she feels any kind of pressure from her family. "Your sister is going to be queen one day. What are you doing with your life?" I hope that's not the case.

I just have to briefly touch on the two three things that really annoyed me. Two of them are hat-related, surprise surprise.

First, Posh, darlin (or should I say daahhhhling). I know everyone thinks she's such a fashion icon, and I'll be the first to say how smashing she looks all glowy and pregnant. But the hat. On her forehead? With black stick-like thingys coming off of it? No no no.

Secondly, and I'm not saying too much, because she's the Queen and all. But Your Highness. Really? Big Bird yellow is your color of choice for the day? Ugh! There's so much more to elaborate on about how horrid this color is, and there is no shortage in other color options. But she's the Queen. She does what she wants. Amen.

Last but not least, Princess Beatrice. Why? Why, why, why? She majorly annoyed me. Her make-up was a train wreck. But most of all...the hat! I found it tacky and pompous. A giant bow, like she was all wrapped up as the gift to the wedding. Puh-leeze.

So that's it. My take on the day. Did you watch it? What'd ya think?