It's been interesting to watch the coverage of the royal baby's birth . . . and to gauge my reaction, which has been a little surprising.
Backstory first. I was a HUGE Princess Diana fan. I bought books about her and (I am deeply ashamed to say) I cut my hair like hers, as if cutting my hair would suddenly make me tall, blond and bosomy.
I love that word. Bosomy. Bosomy bosomy bosomy bosomy bosomy bosomy.
Okay, now that I have THAT out of my system, I can continue. Anyway, I followed Diana's every move in a way that's hard for me to understand now as I look at all the old pictures being shown on TV today. Those collars! That poofy hairdo! Those ballet flats! For someone who was supposed to be a fashion icon, she looks surprisingly matronly in retrospect.
But then. It was the 80's. And now it's the whatevers--2013. And there's a new princess and a new baby, and I'm a little surprised that I'm not very interested. I feel a little like TQR must have whenever I gushed about Diana. She'd just say, "Well she's not my princess, is she? I'm more of a Princess Grace fan."
And I'd look at Princess Grace of Monaco with those little braids on her head and I'd think, "Girl looks just like the Swiss Miss. If the Swiss Miss was middle-aged and dowdy."
Time and generations just march on.