The Royal Wedding


My parents, dealing with no power since the storms that blew through last Wednesday, came over for dinner Saturday evening. They also took advantage of having power by taking hot showers, doing a load of laundry as well as watching the Royal Wedding.

I think I may have gotten the love for all things British from him. While quite thankful that all they have dealt with in the aftermath of the storm is no power, missing the wedding and his British shows have been brought up. Thankfully, I am obsessed with all the coverage and my DVR is showing the strains of constant recording since earlier in the week.

The first item on the to do list once they entered my apartment? Going to my recordings and hitting play so they could both watch the ceremony. I pointed and made commentary while they were watching. While mom wasn’t that impressed with Catherine’s dress, I adored it. Classic, simple, yet full of detail.

It also gives me new found hope that someday I might get to be the bride, searching for that perfect dress. Or maybe taking my grandmother’s handmade dress to a seamstress and sharing with her how I would like to transform it into something befitting an older bride.

My dress, the one that has sat in a closet, in a garment bag, since my grandmother’s passing was made in NYC. The heavy satin material with crocheted lace, a million buttons down the back and the tiniest waist gives me a connection to the past. It is also a reminder that at one time, the dress wearer was an Air Force bride, preparing for a wedding in New York followed by the birth of my father. This dress is classic, simple and detailed too.

The only piece missing from this wonderful piece of history? The veil. My great-grandfather, Pop, stepped on it getting out of the car while preparing to give his daughter away. The dress was never cleaned and prepared for storing, so there are some black marks underneath the dress from being stepped on, the crocheted lace has yellowed with time but overall, a beautiful dress.

My prince may not be here at the moment but I have faith that in time, he will pop up and together we can make history as we embark on a future together. Sure, their will be no media coverage or commentary on what I wear but I kind of like that since I am sure planning a wedding that not only family will view but also an audience of two billion would cause panic.

The wedding was delightful. My parents enjoyed watching it and the three of us giggled at the hats trotted out for the occasion. I have to admit, I really think there should be more events in America that require hats. I would like to wear one with feathers sprouting out of it, adding height to my short stature.

While I try to recover from all things Royal I have to admit to myself, it would be a wonderful adventure moving across the pond and immersing myself in the British culture. Wonder if I could get a transfer there?

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