You would be WRONG.
Oklahoma was my home, but my spiritual homeland it is not.
The royal goings-on have me thinking about the land of (nearly all) my ancestors.
Eight years ago (eight!?) I stepped off a train in London and thought, "I'm home!" I love Great Britain. I want to live there for a bit eventually and (don't tell my mom) give my kids the opportunity to spend some of their growing up among the British. S isn't as committed to this dream as I am, but I'm working on him.
In the meantime, I am excited to finally embrace my British sensibilities when it comes to my appearance. Tailored jackets, simple frocks, subtle jewelry, being a brunette...Princess Kate, you inspire me to be me. I mean, I adore this outfit.
This outfit says "RENEE!!! WEAR ME!"
So I cleaned out my closet. I got rid of 2.5 garbage bags of ill-fitting, slovenly clothes to make way for this outfit.
Do you want to know what else I like about Catherine, Duchess of Blahdiblah? Her eyes are starting to get a little wrinkly. You wouldn't mistake her for a 60-year-old, obviously, but she's also not passing for 16. Do you know why I like this? Not because I am mean-spirited, because I am starting to get wrinkly around my eyes. Yay for being 29!
So thanks, Kate, for helping me embrace my inner British lady and my almost-30-year-old eyes.
But do you know the REAL reason that I am secretly British at heart? I LOVE HATS. I LOVE them. Whenever I see hats I must put them on my head and try to invent reasons why I would wear them absolutely everywhere. I adore hats. When my friend Carrie gave me a cameo ring she said, "I chose this one for you because she's wearing a hat." My spiritual homeland would have to include magnificent hats.
How could you not love this? I want it on my head. And in my heart.