To tell you the truth, when it comes to royal weddings, I'm more interested in the six weddings of Henry VIII via The Tudors. I'll confess that I have to stifle an eye roll when I hear that "the girl next door" is finally marrying her prince. Considering her parents are footing most of the $10 million wedding, she certainly wouldn't live next door to me. (Now, if my upstairs neighbor Frank who likes to move furniture at 3am married a princess, that would be cool. Especially if it meant he was moving.)
I spent the morning thinking about how I'd much rather be Queen Elizabeth (the Cate Blanchett version) than just marrying into the royal family. Sure, Kate is going to have a fairytale life, but she can't just declare war on France for the fun of it or behead anyone who so much as looks at her the wrong way. Where's the fun in that?
However, my cynicism was stifled a bit when she stepped out of the Rolls Royce looking like a brunette Grace Kelly:
|Kate and Pippa in Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen|
|Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier, April 1956|
|Can we say money shot?|