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It's a nice day for a white wedding...

“…It's a nice day to start again. It's a nice day for a white wedding. It's a nice day to start again.” – Billy Idol, White Wedding

I know, so obvious right? With so many real wedding songs to choose from and I choose Billy Idol’s White Wedding. A. I loved that song as a kid. B. When I was thinking that I might write about the “Wedding of the Century” I kept hearing that song. So, sorry…

I’m weird about celebrity things. I straddle the line of caring and not caring. I mostly tend to lean towards NOT caring. I don’t read People. I don’t read Life & Style. I seldom watch Extra or ET. I will admit to watching the red carpet of award shows. I love the fashion show that accompanies these shows. This leaves me to the biggest fashion show of them all. The Wedding of Kate and Wills. Listen, I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I care, but I am very very interested. So maybe I do care a little. This is what I wanted to see, in order of importance.

1. The Wedding Dress
2. Wedding Guest Hats (How is it possible that I can't find a decent link for this?

That’s it. I wanted the dress to be amazing and it was. It was also exquisite and very Grace Kelly-esqe. Sarah Burton of The House of Alexander McQueen did not disappoint. Lee would be proud. As an amateur of fashion, I’m sorry he’s not here to see what his protégé created. She did an amazing job.

I am not a fan of weddings. Sure, weddings are great venues for the expression of all the love and joy and love and more of that damn joy that is supposed to exist. I’m not quite dead inside yet. I just find them to be long and boring. Even while I watching the ceremony on television (oh TV how I missed you!) I drifted in and out. Bor-ing!

While I am not a huge fan of weddings, let me clear and say that I LOVE wedding dresses. I have a picture of my dream dress. Likely never to be worn but it’s beautiful. Carolina Herrera. 2004 Spring Collection. Classy yet risky. Edgy yet pretty. Perfectly perfect in every way. Badass yet appropriate.

Can we talk about the hats at this wedding? I love hats and even more, I love the fascinator. What? You don’t know what a fascinator is? Please let me… A fascinator is a sort of a type hat. Usually just perched a top your head. They look like this:


Don’t ask me why, but I love them. I’m dying for a reason to wear one. There is no occasion coming up on my social calendar that warrants a fascinator. Can I wear one to work?

I wonder at what point I am going get sick of all this Royal Wedding talk? The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (The Queen gave them their new tittles. Meh. I like Princess Kate. ) have been married for about 24 hours now, and I am starting to have enough of them.

Operative word being “Starting”.

Comments

  1. I was definitely curious to see the wedding dress. But did you SEE her reception dress? Oh, I loved it. I so want to get married again (to the same man) just so I can go wedding dress shopping again.

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  2. A few years ago when I went to England with my stepdad, we went to an English wedding. (That was why we were over there -- his friend's son was getting married.) My mom kept making a big deal about how everyone would be wearing hats and dressed properly but we showed up to find not a single hat. And the young people weren't as dressy as she'd made them out to be. A few of them were wearing white, some black -- both supposed no-nos to die hards. It seemed even over there in "proper England," times have changed.

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  3. S- WHAT? NO hats? I think I would be crushed if I went to England and there were no hats.
    Thanks for stopping by!

    Q- Thanks so much for stopping by! I loved the reception dress as well!

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