God Save the Queen and Her Wedding Dress

So the good thing about being in a [slightly/pre-/whatever] monarchist country is that it's perfectly normal and acceptable to wake up super early in the morning/night to watch the Royal Wedding. Which is what happened to me this morning when my mother came into my room at 6am, proceeded to wake me up to tell me where my tv remote was and then got into my bed to watch the ceremony begin.

Well, at least my weary self can be glad she didn't insist on watching it from the 3am beginning.

Anyways, Kate's dress made me slightly swoon. I mean, I'm not really one for long trains - they're fine for other people and do look gorgeous, but I'm more of a tea-length, classic cocktail length dress type of gal - but the top of her dress was FABULOUS. All I could think of was Grace Kelley mixed with Audrey Hepburn. And because of this, Kate Middleton has been deemed worthy in my eyes.

Eff, I love wedding dresses.

pretty much my dream dress: the wedding dress in Funny Face starring Audrey, and Fred Astaire.

mein herr

Sometimes I get a wee bit excited about things. And sometimes those things probably worry Kyleman a wee bit. Such things sometimes being finding super cute hand-printed wedding invites on Etsy, or planning a wedding in my head, or buying a wedding dress from Value Village.

Yeah, deep down I'm your typical girl.

I just....like wedding things. Is that really so bad?

Sometimes I worry that the way I crave marriage and kids already is me jumping ahead in life because I am now out of school and trying to situate myself in life. I mean, I'm kinda failing at a steady career right now, and so I turn instead to something more stable: mine and Kyleman's relationship and therefore wanting us to take the next step. Which I know is somewhat frustrating for him since he's still in school [and keeps pushing back his graduation date to do internship after internship. Not that I'm complaining. Much]. It makes me hope that if I do in fact get back into school in fall it might calm my nerves and bridal longing a bit.

I don't think the fact that I'm being treated to a bridal show next week courtesy of one of my engaged friends will really help this. But really, what girl can turn down pretty dresses? If you are a girl and say you can then you, ma'm, are a liar.

foof.

I'm horrible at blogging, I know. But here is a list called Some Things on Good Friday That Are Not Good

1. I have droopy stockings that seem to like to puddle around my knees.

2. I had to wear stockings because it is a) cold outside even though it's almost May and b) I have mottled sunburnt shins from Panama [oh, Panama, I miss you!] last week and therefore have very hairy shins because shaving causes my burns to burn.

3. I got tricked into working on a holiday. Well, maybe not tricked, but got scheduled for a holiday without realizing it was a holiday or being asked if I would like to work on a holiday. Because now I am working alone, on a holiday while the rest of my family is at home lounging and enjoying the goodness of Good Friday.

4. I have to listen to Nordic music and a narration of a Viking documentary for 6 hours.

5. I forgot to make some tea this morning.

6. No one put a marker where I should start on the bookshelf so I can't even try to show off [to myself, mind you but still] my newly found cataloguing skills.

7. I'm bored stiff.

8. It seems to be a consistent thing V.V. decides to basically book me for every single day that I haven't asked off for the Museum. This includes booking me for Easter Monday.

9. WHY does no one want me to enjoy Easter?? I don't think I've had a proper Easter off since high school [aka 5 years ago].

10. In attempts to get some outside stimulation, I had tried texting Kyleman but all he wanted to talk about was who I was voting for in the upcoming election. Stimulation = failed.


One good thing about today though is that I get turkey for dinner. Which is lovely because I love turkey and love that my mum's side of the family isn't into ham as much as I am not into ham [I am not a particular fan of ham].