Don't get all excited just yet. Not my wedding. No, I couldn't subject all this thinking on a male-type full time just yet.
The Royal Wedding. The wedding with which I was (not so) secretly grossly enamored for the better part of the first 7 months of 2011. I'm sure anyone who knows me who happens to be reading this post is undoubtedly rolling their eyes as I have successfully found ways to mention the wedding, Kate, or Wills in almost any conversation (it's almost a talent, really). I won't go into the typical "but it's the classic princess fairy tale" routine, I promise (even though I totally believe every disgustingly sappy word).I'd have to say that my ultimate, deepest, most urgent wish for a career is to be the official biographer for the Duchess. Heck, at this point, I'd be her official shoe buffer, let's be honest. I have a lovely picture in my mind of us painting our toenails and discussing the latest hosiery and hat trends. It would be perfect. I would love every acetone and nylon filled minute. Every. Single. One.
I suppose until I land this completely perfect job...no, career...I will have to settle for looking at photos of that perfect dress and all her other perfect outfits for hours on end.
So, here I sit. Dreaming of the Duchess Who Wore The Perfect Dress, as she is now officially titled...at least in my mind.
...Liz, you forgot to add the part where you watched the wedding 4 times in one day and made a certain "male-type" go to Kansas city to see a certain Princess Diana exhibit...
ReplyDeleteLOL this is why I love you, Liz....
ReplyDeletehehe...I was reminded of a scene from "Notting Hill" with Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant, in which Hugh takes Julia to his sister's birthday. Julia playing a character like herself, a huge movie star and Hugh's younger sis telling her "I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends" :)
ReplyDeletegreat blogs Liz....Ces
Liz, my darling, you must dream big...shoe buffer? Why not Official Shopping Companion? Or at least Official Hairstyling Onlooker =P
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