Well, I admit I woke up at 4 a.m. to watch the Royal Wedding. I can’t explain why I’m so excited about it. Let’s go with: I love British history and this is a chance to see it created. Let’s not go with: I want to be a princess.
// This little history of royal tiaras is much less cliche than it sounds.
// Hooray! Discarding precious sourdough starter seems so wasteful to me. I like these options much better.
// It’s thrilling to know I’m a daughter of the King.
That little girl on the left is scowling in every picture taken of the happy couple! There are even articles about her. It cracks me up. It’s so endearing, but what a party-pooper at the age of 5. ;)
Oh I know. Isn’t she to die for? Adorable.