Westminster Abbey by Phillip Martin
Pip pip, Cheerio my commoners! The time has arrived for me to give you the lowdown on this high-nosed wedding. Now, since the affair between William and Kate was about 4 hours I am going to fill you in on a few of my favorite highlights.
First thing's first, Kate's dress. But before we get started I'll have you know that I had a mean ol' anonymous blogger comment on a post of mine mocking my grammar so this description is for you buck-o...It was toats Ah-Mazing! Form-fitting, lace, with an elegant train. I couldn't have asked for more! Bravo miss Kate. Bravo.
Let's get serious for a moment. In your 4 a.m. delusion did you snicker a bit when Kate said, "for richer or poorer." I think there is a slight chance I saw a little smirk from her as well. I mean, really? How about "for richer or...even richer." Yep, that sounds more like it. Ah, royals...
My girl Pippa (Kate's sister and maid of honor) looked the bomb.com. Needless to say, her derrière stole the show and that dress was simply breathtaking! I have a hunch that a lot of wedding dresses will start to emulate this one.
Will and Kate, sittin' in a tree...How about those two smooches on the Buckingham Palace balcony? Every romantic bone in my body got all fuzzy at once and then came my complete and total envy!
A few new things you're gonna' love about this princess party:
Kate's tiara (circa 1936) was given to Queen Elizabeth by her mother for her 18th birthday.
The bridal bouquet was made of myrtle from a tree which grew from a cutting of Queen Victoria's own bridal bouquet. It also had a bit of the 'Sweet Willam' flower in it. Adorable, right?
When Kate met William at the alter he said to her, "You look lovely. You look beautiful."
Then leaned over to her father and jokingly said, "This was supposed to be a small family affair." Oh, Will...you've got me in stitches!
So in conclusion, I have this to say...William, you will always be my childhood crush and dashing prince. And, Kate-you were beautiful, elegant, and altogether lovely. Now take that slammin' bod on your honeymoon and have a tall beer now that the bloody Queen's not breathing down your neck.
Until next time you can find me prancin' around in my Wellies speaking in an English accent. Farewell!
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