Monday 22 August 2011

When the Princess wed the rugby boy





Just because Zara Phillips isn’t first in line to the throne doesn’t mean it’s not exciting to see another royal getting married. I’ve decided royal weddings are officially like buses (kind of); you wait years for one and then two come along at once... Typical!

Finally the rebellious royal Princess married the wonky-nosed Rugby King Mike Tindall in Edinburgh.

It wasn’t shown on TV, nor did we get a day off, so unfortunately I didn’t get the chance to laze in my PJ’s whilst judging hats and wondering what the Queen really has in her bag - but at least we got to see Ms Phillips adding a touch of glamour to her normal tomboy attire by marrying her very own Prince Charming.
Zara’s pretty dress was bought from the White Room in Minchinhampton, near the couple’s Gloucestershire home and according to designer Caroline Castigliano, was “completely Zara’s style.”

It was rumoured months before the wedding that Mike Tindall was ordered to have a nose job by the Queen to repair his bent nose after years of it getting bashed from rugby. Not too sure how I’d feel about having the Queen as my Gran-in-law but nevertheless, if Harry becomes free anytime in the future and fancies having me as his Princess then we can certainly make it happen. (Just saying in case he comes across this post!*)

Despite it being Zara and Mike’s big day, all eyes were, of course, on the Duchess of Cambridge Kate Middleton. Turns out Ms M has been doing some more recycling by wearing a cream coat dress she wore to the wedding of Laura Parker-Bowles back in 2006. And there’s me worrying what people think about me being tagged in Facebook pics wearing the same dress twice. Seems like it was a good idea though because it didn’t steal Zara’s limelight.

One thing’s for sure, I wish I was a fly on the wall for that wedding reception: Zara, Mike, his rugby pals AND Harry?! I can only imagine the conga line and the booze-up sesh carrying on ‘til the morning.

*And if Harry is reading, my name’s Kirsty FYI.

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