In honour of the occasion, I went looking for these photos, thinking they were taken when William's mom and dad, Chuck and Di, got married. My parents invited people over to watch it on TV. Everyone dressed up, no one seemed to mind that it was 5 o'clock in the morning, we drank champagne and orange juice and toasted the happy couple.
When I found the photos, I realized I had written on the back of one of them that it was, in fact, the birth of Prince William we were celebrating, not his parents' marriage. Which makes the date June 21, 1982. Nevertheless, still appropriate to this week's festivities. I remember we had a pool about what his name was going to be, everyone picked various royal names out of a hat.
Once again, we all dressed up in our finest. My friend Maryann and I focused on a red, white and blue theme. Notice our white gloves, very chic.
Here's a picture of my mom (in a New Year's Eve tiara and a royal blue velour housecoat), my grandmother Evelyn (my dad's mother) in her pillbox hat and a rather fancy outfit (that makes me wonder where she got it from, did she bring it with her when she came to visit and if so, why?!), and me.
You will notice the woman on the right in the next photo is wearing her bustier outside of her clothing. Not sure if this was where Madonna got the idea or not.
Diane, Pat, Jean, Cynthia and Ruth |
Maryann, Evelyn, Margot, Shirley and Doriann |
I certainly wish Wills and Kate the very best for a long and happy marriage. It can't be easy living life in a fishbowl, although they seem to have managed very well so far.
Not sure if I will be awake at 3 a.m. on Friday to watch it all unfold, might need to rest up for class at Art & Soul but we'll see how it goes. Heather and I are driving to Hampton today, about a four hour trek. Hoping to stop in colonial Williamsburg on the way.
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