I just posted that last bit, read it through, and noticed I said that I liked that Kate wore her hair today. Good call, Princess! Wearing hair to your own wedding is seriously recommended.
So I added the word "down" as in she wore her hair down.
Time to stop blogging today. Past time, even.
Friday, April 29, 2011
One last thought about the wedding aesthetic
I like that Kate wore her hair down, don't you? No prom hair for Kate on her big day. And I think it looked lovely and shiny and softly curly, and I just realized right this very minute, she bears an astonishing resemblance to my friend Martha's daughter, Andrea. Who's getting married next month. Maybe I should tell Andrea to skip the prom hair?
When all's said and done, here's what I learned today
Herbal tea tastes better with cream.
Why haven't I ever put cream in tea before? It's divine. So thanks, Royal Family! You put me in the mood to go all splurge-y and now I'll never drink virgin tea again!
Why haven't I ever put cream in tea before? It's divine. So thanks, Royal Family! You put me in the mood to go all splurge-y and now I'll never drink virgin tea again!
When all's said and done, here's what I learned today
Herbal tea tastes better with cream.
Why haven't I ever put cream in tea before? It's divine. So thanks, Royal Family! You put me in the mood to go all splurge-y and now I'll never drink virgin tea again!
Why haven't I ever put cream in tea before? It's divine. So thanks, Royal Family! You put me in the mood to go all splurge-y and now I'll never drink virgin tea again!
Um . . .
As short as my kiss was, it was longer than Kate and Wills'.
BUT OH! THEY JUST KISSED AGAIN!
BUT OH! THEY JUST KISSED AGAIN!
The Kiss
Hi, Amelia over there in Scotland (with a new baby!). We're waiting for the kiss, too. HOPING it's not an Al and Tipper Gore moment.
I was so nervous for the altar kiss when Ken and I got married. And in the end (because I was so nervous) we barely kissed. We pecked. And people mocked us after for it.
I was so nervous for the altar kiss when Ken and I got married. And in the end (because I was so nervous) we barely kissed. We pecked. And people mocked us after for it.
I keep expecting
. . . the archbishop to say "MAH-WAGE" (and now I can't remember the rest of the gag from Princess Bride).
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