Friday, April 29, 2011
A Royal Day
Being on East Coast Canada, coverage started at 3 or 4 a.m. depending on your network. I just couldn't get up that early, plus my girls want to watch. So we set up the DVR to tape all seven hours of coverage. The great thing about the timing was that the actual wedding was on at 7 a.m. and so all of us - even my husband - sat down to watch the bridal procession to the Abbey and the ceremony. We'll watch the "before and after" after school.
So the highlights according to the Alwards:
Also he had a fabulous time doing a play by play of various hats. He thought Princess Beatrice's topper looked like moose antlers. (I also thought she could have laid off the eyeliner a bit. Oi.)
The offspring: Loved the pomp, the dress, crushed they missed any kissing, commented on the resemblance of a member of the boy's choir to a schoolmate. Full opinion to follow after complete viewing.
Me: I got emotional. First of all - the dress. I was so surprised. LOVED the bodice. I did not think she would have sleeves, or all that lace but it was stunning. I didn't love the skirt, though. I totally thought she'd go with something less full and with her figure she could have pulled it off. Plus how heavy was that train she pulled around? And the tiara was sooooo pretty and suited her perfectly. I imagined she'd have a longer veil, too.
My daughter did not understand why I got choked up as they drove in the landau through the streets. I explained that when I was a girl, I got up in the middle of the night and watched Charles and Diana get married. And then I watched Diana's funeral, and William and Harry making that horrible, silent walk through the streets of London. Something happened when I saw the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge smiling and waving as they drove down the Mall.
I loved the simplicity of it - yes, despite the huge event, it felt simple and not ostentatious. I loved the trees in the Abbey making it feel so springlike, I loved how Harry looked over his shoulder, grinned, and whispered to William. I loved that there weren't a zillion bridesmaids. My husband remarked that it was relaxed. And I think that comes from a feeling of certainty that this is a couple who, despite all the official stuff, simply loves each other.
The perfect ending was, for me, the fly-past. The Typhoons and Tornados were all well and good, but I choked up at the Hurricane, Spitfire, and especially the Lancaster. When I saw that beauty bearing down in all her glory I had a moment. I cannot explain why. But there is a reason, somewhere, why I've kept airplane pictures out of the house (not always easy with a husband in aviation) but that there's a painting of the Lancaster Dambusters above my mantle.
A special day. Happy Royal Wedding Day!