In the build up to the Royal Wedding, I have to say that I wasn’t all that bothered. Yes, I drooled over some particularly nice commemorative tea towels from Cath Kidston. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a nice tea towel, just ask Mummy Limited. But I couldn’t actually bring myself to buy them. I felt like I was turning into my mother circa 1981.
In actual fact, I was just pleased that an extra bank holiday meant that we would be able to go away for a long weekend somewhere as my Other Half wouldn’t be working. But as it turned out, we weren’t the only ones to think that as by the time we got around to booking somewhere everything was fully booked. We couldn’t even get a pitch on a campsite anywhere let alone a cottage.
So we were at home. We just planned to have a lazy day, maybe do some gardening. But as I switched on the television as I got up that Friday morning, I was transfixed. I didn’t actually take my eyes off the television for virtually the whole day. My Other Half was put on Daddy Daycare duties and I barely moved from the sofa. It was the most beautiful wedding. It was so captivating. A real life fairytale being played out before our very eyes. And I’m a sucker for a bit of romance, so shoot me.
My Other Half, did not share my enthusiasm for the wedding shall we say. In fact he wasn’t interested in the slightest. And now he really doesn’t get my new
borderline obsession interest in the Duchess of Cambridge and thinks that me having a Pinterest board dedicated to her wardrobe is crazy. It’s not though, is it Mrs M?
So of course when it was announced that tickets were going on sale to see that wedding dress, there was no question that I had to go. Except of course my Other Half isn’t quite so keen. He mumbled something about when Kate pays to queue up and visit his suit, he’ll think about doing the same to see her dress. He just doesn’t get it.
But imagine being able to see that dress in person? To see it in all its glorious perfection? I have got to see it. Operation I Need To Go To Buckingham Palace To See Kate’s Dress is underway but I think it is going to take a bit more than poached eggs for breakfast to twist his arm on this one. I just hope that I can talk him around before all of the tickets sell out so any brainwashing ideas would be gratefully received! Failing that, I might have to leave him on Daddy Daycare duties and hot foot it down to that there London on my own.
Either way, I will see that dress. I have to.
Watch this space.
I very much hope that this blog post is to be continued 😉