Weddings

I wrote this post two weeks ago.  I posted it last week when Blogger got all temperamental, and it ate it.  They promised to give it back but I still haven't seen it.  I happened to have a draft saved, so I'll tweak it, re-add my pictures, and re-publish the post myself.  Because I think it's kinda good :)

*re-posted from May 12*

Ok, so this event is a week and a half old, but I'm just now getting around to this post.

I admit it, I bought the magazine.

 Don't get me wrong, it wasn't because I was interested in the Royal Wedding..  Grace likes to look at dresses in magazines and copy them.  She brings her own paper and colored pencils to doctors appointments because there are magazines in the waiting rooms with celebrities wearing beautiful gowns.  Her re-creations are pretty good, I'll include some in this post.  I bought the magazine because there were some pretty interesting dresses and hats that I thought she might enjoy copying.

I don't get what the big deal is about the royal family, and our national obsession with them.  They're just like any other dysfunctional family, they just have more diamonds.  I didn't watch the wedding.  I didn't watch the re-broadcasts.  I didn't watch any media coverage, and didn't even look up clips on YouTube.  I was glad when the news of Bin Laden hit two days later, and our easily-distracted short-term-memory media finally had something else to focus on.

Here are some of Grace's re-creations:

The Queen of England. 

 Princess Kate

Scary Princess Kate

Those HATS!  Really??  Is Dr. Suess on staff?  Apparently you can't have a naked head inside Westminster Abbey, which is ridiculous.  Where do their traditions come from anyway?  Ember tried to draw this one and gave up.

I enjoyed this picture of the little bridesmaid who has HAD ENOUGH.  Why?  Her name is Grace.  I literally laughed out loud, I've seen that expression on my own Grace many times.

Now... HERE is a royal wedding.

Know why?  Because I'm the daughter of a King, and I'm a princess.  My gown wasn't hand stitched, it was borrowed.  I didn't leave for my honeymoon in a horsedrawn carriage, I left in a beat up Ford Escort hatchback.  I didn't wear a diamond tiara, I'm pretty sure it was plastic and definitely fake.  I didn't have fancy chefs cater an exotic menu, I had cake from Costco and bowls of dessert mints.  My only media coverage was family home videos.

But it was royal.  And it was epic. These are the weddings that we should not necessarily obsess about, but definitely aspire to, because they are the ones that truly matter.  Who cares about a 766 year old church, I was married in a Temple of God, because I am a princess.

That's what I want my princesses to reach for (and my prince, and future princess-in-law :)