It was, to borrow the popular British expression, absolutely brilliant.
I shot awake at 6AM PST, an hour ahead of my alarm, and I literally only had one thought in my head, the way you only have one thought in your head on Christmas morning, “It’s done! They are married!”
I know this should be embarrassing to admit, but I got over that admission about a decade ago.
I turned on my DVR and fast-forwarded through Bah-bra and Diane’s two-hour pre-wedding coverage to get to the point of the day — her dress.
Needless to say, it did not disappoint.
I always wagered that she would use lace, if only because it matches so perfectly with her style and grace. And, it must be said, she had grace in spades on her wedding day.
If I were an alien visiting Earth on April 29, 2011 and happened to land my spaceship in London, I would never imagine that this lady in white was joining the royal family; I would assume she was leading it.
And as she joined her prince at the front of the abbey, I was only thinking one thing: it’s a shame he couldn’t keep his hat on for the duration of the ceremony.
One of my favorite things about the service was that those leading it managed to use the word “betwixt” not once, but several times. How utterly English is that? For the remainder of this post I shall now use that word in place of “between.”
Though we all know I could write the entirety of this post about HRH The Duchess of Cambridge alone (just writing her new title makes me happy), I’m afraid that if I start down that road it will prove as endless as some of the hymns sung during the service. So let’s move on to the attire of the attendees, shall we?
First stop: cannot be avoided, must be mentioned and condemned immediately: Princess Beatrice.
I don’t care that she’s wearing Valentino. I don’t care that her hat is Philip Treacy. It is absolutely abhorrent and she should have been escorted out upon arrival.
On the other end of the fascinator spectrum lies that other British princess, Victoria Beckham. Now THAT is a perfect topper.
On a sadder princess note, my former favorite mistakenly thought this was an Easter service and got a little carried away with the color peach:
Without question, a real winner of the day was the bride’s sister and bridesmaid, Pippa. Wasn’t it obvious she was doing all of the work? And she was doing it in a difficult-to-walk-in, awkward-to-bend-over-in dress.
She had to escort the little royals down the aisle, which could have gone wrong a hundred different ways in front of two billion people. She had to carry her sister’s train for what seemed like weeks, and looked like she was happy to do so.
Also, did anyone else notice a little flirtation betwixt Harry and Pippa as they walked down the aisle?
And who could blame him, when he’s used to dating this:
Let’s just say the difference in level of sophistication betwixt the Davys and the Middletons is akin to the difference in hair coverage betwixt William and Harry.
But I digress.
When they arrived at Buckingham Palace and the crowds were given permission to surge toward the front gate, the sight of a sea of humanity filling the entire mall was overwhelming. It’s no surprise that Catherine was seen saying “Oh wow!” when she stepped onto the balcony.
In true break-the-mold style, the couple kissed two times. It almost seemed like they were saying “We actually like kissing, because we actually like each other! This is not just for show!” Anyway, I bought it.
After all of the fashion analysis fades and the wedding stops making headlines, I think those who watched it will remember it one way: as a happy event. It was undeniably exciting, and despite the grandeur it managed to feel strangely intimate. Somehow Will and Kate brought us all along for the ride, and as silly as it sounds, this fan-since-she-was-13 is grateful.
Here’s hoping the love betwixt The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge is as strong and long-lasting as the stone pillars of Westminster Abbey.
To read about the wedding from someone who was actually there, check out my friend Maggie’s post.