I'm sorry. I took the month of April off to prepare for the royal wedding. I had to get a passport, and have an appropriate dress and coat made, not to mention order a classically beautiful hat that wouldn't cause a lot of undo attention. A royal wedding is no place to wear a wacky topper that draws attention from the bride. This is the bride's day, and we should behave like the royals, and understand our place, and dress accordingly.
Oh, wait. According to Princess Beatrice, I can wear a large, flesh colored O with a fairy tale bow on it. And, according to Princess Eugenie, I can wear skintight Vivienne Westwood and a bespackled boat on my head. Lord, I love these girls. And I love Beatrice's Philip Treacy hat. I want that hat! I want to wear it to Wal-Mart on Sunday morning.
Also, I think we've all learned some important life lessons from Pippa, Cate's younger sister. First of all, I want to change my name to Pippa, because it just does not get anymore British than Pippa. Secondly, even if your sister is marrying the future monarch of England, and you get stuck carrying her train and dilly-dallying with tiny flower girls all day, you do it with great grace and charm and a ring of flowers on your head. No scowl will ever be caught on camera. You are a lady in waiting. No, really. That's her new job title: Lady in Waiting. I would have hissed at least once in the carriage.
Okay, in all honesty, I took April off from the blogosphere, because things got really busy, and I wasn't getting here as regularly as I would have liked. Sometimes, you have to give yourself a break, you know, and not try to do everything all the time. Someone should tell Victoria Beckham this, so that she would stop wearing eight inch platform heels in her third trimester. Man, the girl has some gams.
So, I'm back! What did I miss?