From the age of 13 to 15 I wished beyond anything else that I could marry Prince William. Yes, he was very cute in those days, but his being cute wasn’t nearly as attractive as his being royal. I used to imagine the People magazine cover of our engagement and our soon-to-be wedding. Laugh all you want, but Kate Middleton did nothing but prove that my fantasy wasn’t far from reality (just…not for me).
I had an entire wall of posters of him, postcards of his face from friends who visited the UK, and teen magazine tear-outs analyzing his moppy hair. I even wrote a three-page letter to his fan club, which ranks among the most embarrassing acts of my entire life.
Needless to say, I developed an obsession with all things British-royalty. The palaces, the houses in the country, the clothing, the peacock hats pinned to the sides of heads, the wealth, the formality, the etiquette, the travel. But nothing held the same fantastical appeal as the creme de le creme: royal weddings.
Remember Diana’s? I don’t. I wasn’t alive. But the pictures — my word, the pictures — showcase the over-the-top grandeur of it all. It wasn’t their fault; as my friend Siri appropriately noted, “Diana’s wedding fell victim to the ’80s.”
Look no further than her sleeves to understand why:
It’s madness. She looks like she was swallowed whole by a pillow.
The entire wedding party is lost in a sea of fluff. The wrings of flowers on the girls’ hair only causes further chaos.
All of this is freshly brought to mind because of the style triumph that was Sweden’s Crown Princess Victoria’s wedding last Saturday. It was elegant, refined, opulent and undeniably royal (despite her marrying a commoner — gasp!).
My opinion of Swedes has skyrocketed due to the gorgeous representation of the people by their royals.
Look at the joyful bride and groom:
Not only are they both gorgeous, but their clothes are picture perfect. She wore an off-the-shoulder, age-appropriate (she’s 32) cream-colored silk gown designed by Pär Engsheden. He donned an undecorated white-tie tuxedo with tails.
What most impresses me, I believe, is that on the one day when she could have worn head-to-toe five-carat diamonds, sapphires and family jewels, she instead chose to wear the cameo tiara her mother wore on her wedding day in 1976.
Don’t get me wrong — it’s still stunning. But it’s less obvious and ostentatious than the typical crown associated with royalty. After all, what does she have to prove? We know she’s going to be Queen; no need to flaunt it, I suppose.
What’s amazing about her groom, Daniel Westling, is that he was her personal trainer. Not royal. Not a billionaire. Do you see why I employed fantasies of a girl from Seattle marrying the future King of England?
Question: can you imagine being the mother of a commoner marrying into royalty? I honestly can’t conceive of a more daunting wardrobe situation. The entire royal world will be attending your son’s wedding to an actual princess, 500 million people will be watching on TV, and you have to walk in there as the only woman without a crown. Ouch.
I’m sad to report that Westling’s mother failed to rise to the occasion. She’s wearing a dress any mother-of-the-groom could find at Moms, Maids and More.
After the ceremony, the bride lifted her 16-foot train and looped it around her arm so she could hit the dance floor. It occurs to me that this seems like a hassle, and certainly a lot of fabric to keep track of, but then again royals don’t bustle their dresses. They have giant trains for a reason — they’re royalty.
The handsome duo didn’t disappoint for their version of a rehearsal dinner, either. A gala dinner and concert were given for the couple the evening prior to the wedding, and the results speak for themselves:
Impeccable. I can’t help but note that the groom has to be the most modern-looking man to become a prince in recent memory. Those glasses and that hair make him look as if he’s partner of a Manhattan design studio.
Clearly I’m already toe-tapping in anticipation of the next royal wedding, between my former flame and his commoner girlfriend. It’s only a matter of time before he pops the question, and only a matter of taste whether their wedding will receive the Words Become One nod of approval.