A few passing thoughts on the Royal Wedding.
- I found the dress boring. I couldn’t help but think that Mr. McQueen, had he been able to hang onto his gifted life, would have done more with the moment. Some peaked shoulders. Lace in a pattern of spiderwebs. Or an eeny, weeny, teensy little Elizabethan ruff.
- That opinion matters not one whit in the scheme of things. However, there you go.
- I would not ever be tempted to wear a suit and hat in the exact same color. I note on the other hand that feathers can be quite fetching.
- Let us hope that the little boy who loved his mother very much and lost her has found himself the makings of a new, sweet, family.
- Ain’t love grand?
If you’re still hankering for a little more Royal Wedding discussion, Susan over at TPP wrote the best summary post I’ve seen in, She Wore McQueen & Cartier, Prince Harry to William: “Wait ’til You See Her”’. A Girl wrote about it from the perspective of a Trinidadian who has taken up English citizenship. And QBS, bless her rambunctious little heart, posted Queen Chantal in a bikini, with promises of musings yet to come.
Have a wonderful weekend, with tiara or without. If you can find a balcony on which to kiss, so much the better.