Back in April, endearing reports of a very active and curious young Prince of Cambridge had royal watchers waiting for the first photos of George as his mother carried him off a plane in Wellington, New Zealand. There he was, England’s future king, completely unimpressed with everything. Continue reading
We Americans are missing out on the hat game. Since she started dating Prince William, the Duchess of Cambridge has done a bang-up job of wearing the most delightful headwear to weddings and daytime engagements (Eug and Bea, take note).
One can imagine that Commonwealth citizens gathered round their tellies at 3pm GMT to her the Queen give her annual Christmas broadcast. My nana, who came down with a terrible sinus infection (she’s fine, thank you for asking), was able to catch the whole thing before popping round one’s house for a cranberry-vodka cocktail. Continue reading
As is tradition, the royal family gathered together for a Christmas Day service at St. Mary Magdalene Church on the Queen’s Sandringham estate. Continue reading
Downton Abbey imagined a world in which Lord Grantham (and his stupid decisions) didn’t exist, and I must say I much prefer order on the estate as opposed to what might have been.
In a parody produced by ITV to raise money for different charities, Lord Grantham receives a telegram confirming that yet another investment has gone sour. He considers going for a drive to off himself, but is met by Patsy Stone the Angel (played by Joanna Lumley in a fantastic white pant suit). Continue reading
Brace oneself, ladies. The sight of Prince Harry bending down to have words with a little angel (the Brits get super creative with their flower girls/page boys) is enough to start ordering “HRH Princess Harry of Wales” stationary. Continue reading
Well, this week has been a treat, has it not? Prince Harry was in his element, the Duchess of Cambridge gave us another one of her good ole’ side-eyes and Prince William insulted the hair.
One of the few constants in our lives, Queen Elizabeth II, hopped on a commuter train due northeast for Sandringham (King’s Cross to King’s Lynn, first class car) for the Christmas season. Continue reading
Because she’s a woman of the people, it’s fairly simple to take a page from Catherine’s book and doll up one’s earlobes, fingers and/or neck with inexpensive pieces. Continue reading