My favorite moments include: Watching the wedding guests arrive like so many tropical birds, hats and fascinators at the perfect angle, heads at the perfect angle when stepping out of the Bentleys so as not to disarrange the hats. Her Majesty the Queen last of all, clothed in dignity and canary yellow, singing the hymns in enormous eyeglasses. The Dress, of course, and even more so the dress of the bride’s sister (was that on the racks when I was getting married? Somehow I missed it). The Royal couple heading the parade in a landau pulled by four white horses. (“Mommy, where they going?” “They’re going to happily-ever-after, Norah.”) Also, the double kiss on the balcony came off nicely and rain did not fall on the future monarch. What were your favorite moments?
My aforementioned beloved sister, watching the wedding before dawn in the USA, dressed precious Harper for the occasion. “I’m officially that crazy mom who dresses up her poor children for fun,” she says.
Seriously who does things like that?
(Wish Norah had a white dress.)