Jul 14 2004
Garden Party
How unfair is it that my sensible sis Beth was invited to the Buckingham Palace garden party and I wasn’t?
I would have shopped with enthusiasm for a hat to wear, and it would have been a totally over the top, My Fair Lady number. Of course, I’d have to get new shoes to go with the fabulous new hat, and nothing in my wardrobe would be up to the challenge, so I might actually buy the first suit of my life. Or maybe a flowy summery dress. Something good enough for the hat, anyway. And no-one could complain about the shopping, since it was really out of respect for Her Majesty.
But my sis was stressed by the shopping, bored by the party, and pretty much unimpressed with the entire thing. Even though she got to walk through the main gates, through which we have often watched the changing of the guard, and through part of the Palace. She did say the gardens were lovely, however.
Maybe I’ll get invited next year. I’ll have to start thinking about what to wear!
8 Responses to “Garden Party”
How come she was invited Suzy? I think you would have done America proud at THE garden party.
Good question – I’ll ask!
I would probably have disgraced America, my sis, and myself by asking the Queen what’s in her handbag, and isn’t it weird having your face on the money?
I would dearly love to have an opportunity to wear an absolutely fabulous hat a la Ascot or Four Weddings and a Funeral.
She would most probably surprise you by showing you whats in her bag. If I see her when I go to London, I will give her your address and tell her to give you a personal invite to visit her next time you are in London.
Totally unfair! I think that would be fascinating! Just the walk through part of the palace would be worth it!
And buying the hat, of course.
Why don’t you host a party here…I’ve got my hat all picked out!
Sounds like a lot of bother for a party. Although it sounds good for what’s in your closet
Better luck next time.
cas
Until a few years ago I still had the outfit (two piece silk) that my grandmother wore to a garden party at Buck House (she and my grandfather were mayor/mayoress of my home town in Wales). I really wish I’d kept it now.