Royal Wedding...

I remember clearly watching Charles and Diana's wedding. In spite of the fairy tale aspect of their love story, I remember feeling sorry for Diana. Charles always seemed so so boring, and she seemed so so opposite.

I hoped she would change him, give him some life, give him some hair, teach him to smile, but instead

over the years my initial reactions seemed to be right on as we watched their marriage fall apart. 

I love reading about the royals. I have read every book I could find on King Henry the VIII, and his many antics. He was a cruel and evil sovereign, motivated to produce a male heir, he cut off the heads of two of his wives when they didn't produce that boy he so eagerly craved. Seems so ironic that his daughter Elizabeth, whom he abused and ignored became one of England's best queens. There she was right in front of his face, and he missed it. 

That is real life dysfunction, and I love it:) 

Art laughs at me. 

"They are just people, Karen, and a crazy group of people," he always reminds me. 

I know, but there is something about the history, and the glamor,  and the jewels that grabs me.Anyone who watched the Tudors, knows what I'm talking about. 

If we are honest I would bet that most of us remember where we were when we heard that Diana had died in a horrific auto accident. I watched as her young sons walked behind the coffin of their mom in innocence and sorrow as the rest of their family carried out their drama in front of the world. 

I wondered if the sons,William the perfect heir to the throne, and Harry the wild child would grow up to make their mom proud.

So when 

Kate the commoner stole Williams heart, and a royal wedding was in the works, there was no way that I was going to miss watching the extravaganza in person even if it was in the middle of the night.

I gathered my mom and sister and we headed to Nebraska, where we could watch the whole thing without the critical laughter of Art and others. 

Long story short, we got up at 1:30 a.m., critiqued every hat and outfit of a bunch of stodgy strangers. I actually felt sorry for Fergie's daughters. Did they pay money for those hats? Someone should have invited their mom to the wedding, maybe she would have told them not to look so silly.

 We waited and approved of Kate's dress, hair and jeweled tiara. 

Her prince looked handsome in his red uniform, and

we laughed as Harry broke protocol and looked back at the approaching bride, doesn't every family have the rebel that has to do the opposite of what he/she is told?

  

We oohed and awed over Westminster Abbey,

And we chuckled at the queen in lemon yellow.

It was a good time, and we enjoyed every minute of it. 

We ended the night with a breakfast tea, complete with scones,quiche, and little cookies.

Of course we had coffee instead of tea. 

 The fantasy was short lived though. When we got home

reality hit hard as I watched the coverage of tornado damage in the mid-east , the death of  Ben Laden,and now I'm 

getting ready for a trip to Chicago, because my missionary family is leaving back for Vanuatu in 3 weeks, and we are going to see them off :(

Life goes on....

But for a little while I was a pretend princess, and it was great fun.