I had been dreading April 29. I read as little wedding coverage as possible and seriously considered filtering my Twitter stream on the night. I sighed, moaned and rolled my eyes as the royalists’ anticipation grew and people I knew – embarrassing!– started talking about hosting viewing parties. At least *I* would be getting paid to watch the broadcast, thankyouverymuch.
Ah, yes, royal wedding duties – there’s nothing quite like covering a live event, across footage, photos, blogging, social media and just good old plain text. But as the crowds swelled and we got our first glimpses into a newly-leafy Westminster Abbey, as the princes emerged in scarlet military uniform, heck, as Elton John arrived…I started to get a little bit of the warm fuzzies. The joy. The tradition. The celebration.
Even the most jaded of us can appreciate the rarity of a popular good news story that brings people together.
Well, to be honest, it probably helps that I’m engaged myself…and that I saw in maid-of-honor Pippa’s dress almost exactly what I want for my own gown eventually. Something slim, simple and stunning that speaks for itself. That was probably the moment I was hooked, actually – from the moment she emerged from the car and everyone collectively caught their breath to ask “Who IS that?”
Annoyingly, crisis-level glitches meant I missed the “first look” between William and Kate, as well as the ring debacle, and had to watch replays later on. I watched almost the entirety of the ceremony, heading home shortly after the couple left the abbey, and tuning in just before bed in time for the kiss/es.
A few thoughts:
- Poor Wills. I have knobby knuckles too, so I totally understand the awkward ring-a-ling moment.
- Not a fan of big dresses at all. But the skirt on Kate’s dress was quite beautiful and not too OTT. Wasn’t impressed by the top half, though.
- I am more certain than ever that I will have no train, no veil, and will walk down the aisle to…well, I’ll reveal the song later down the track.
- Those pecks were disappointing. When you’re a royal, you’re public property! Still, I guess there are no written guidelines on “how to conduct your first public married kiss with the whole world watching”.
Post-nuptials, I’ve also learned that Kate and Wills broke up for a while and that Harry has an on-off relationship with a Chelsy Davy. Which led me to wonder: those kinds of relationships are tough, but how much tougher must it be when one of the members is a royal? Because that adds another whole layer of complication to matters.
Let’s face it, everything else aside, I bet there’d be a small part of you screaming “But he’s a PRINCE! Don’t let this one go!” To say nothing of family and friends, starry-eyed with dreams of life as a princess eager to live vicariously through you. That must be something that’s hard to give up easily.