I was a single girl, living in a one-bedroom apartment with two cats. No wedding on my horizon. Granted, we didn't think Charles was a lot of a catch even then, but we — all the single women like me — ignored the rumours of an arranged marriage and went with the fairy tale that morning.
All these years later, we are empty-nesters, as Diana would have been if she had not died in 1997, watching from a prudent distance as the kids find someone — did you hear, Harry is back together with Chelsy Davy? — and get married to. We hold our breathing all the way, just as we will with Will and Kate. British royal weddings don't appear to take. My friend Betsy is coming over. She is a crazy Anglophile and she still has some of the Charles and Diana wedding keepsakes. We'll have English breakfast tea, scones, some red curd and clotted cream if i can find it. A box of flesh between us. So sad, we will say to each other. Will loved his mother so much. He thought we would get married to in Westminster Abbey, the church where she was buried.
There is plenty of room in the Gothic towers of the Abbey for nation-wide topics and cynicism, and both arrived early to get a good seat. There is talk of Will superseding his grumpy dad as king — the fresh faces of him and his as-yet-untarnished young bride are the perfect answer to the anti-monarchy rumblings that erupt every time the British economy hits the curb. And there is chat that Kate set her college cap for Will early on, applying at Saint. Andrews University with more than a degree on her mind, and then holding on for eight long years with a terrier's tenacity until he rounded back to her. But on Friday, the coal miner's great-granddaughter will get married to a royal prince, and among the guests will be the postman and the butcher shop from her small town, and there will be enough pageantry to push all that away for a while. After the deck kiss and lick and the receptions — Kate's brother, Pippa, is reportedly ruffling palace feathers because she wants to hang disco baseballs — and the still-secret honeymoon, these two crazy kids are going to revisit his modest military digs in Anglesey, Wales. They appear determined to live on his Royal Air Force salary as a helicopter preliminary — about $60, 000 a year — in a cottage they rent for approximately $1, 100 a month. And without servants.
She gets been seen grocery shopping, and the word is they both have some studying to do in the kitchen. Nobody says much about the fact that they have been living under the same roof for a while. And he finds her family members so comfortable that he spent Easter with them at their home in Bucklebury instead of with the queen at Windsor Castle or along with his father in Scotland, signaling that he intends to spend some major holidays off the royal leash. Had she lived, Diana would have had to learn the lesson every mother of a son learns: A son is a son until he ingests a wife; a daughter is a daughter all of her life. As for the dress, I am gambling it will be something that any mother would agree to. I predict long sleeves and a high neck.
However modern these kids are, I do not think there will be much real world or cleavage on display in the church where monarchs are crowned and where kings and poets are buried, and Kate seems too sensible to line the place gasping. She is, after all, doing her own affair makeup. And speaking of gamble, there is something such as 72, 500 British pounds riding on whether the bride will wear the George III tiara worn by the queen and queen mother and Princess Anne at their weddings as "something borrowed. " I am gambling no tiara. I can't imagine a girl who would leave heads of state off her wedding guest list in favor of a nearby butcher shop wearing a tiara.
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