My Mother and Prince George
I love, love, love England’s royal family. I get that from my mother, who loves all things British. I am part English, although as far as I know, not related to Queen Elizabeth and family. If I was, I’d be looking for a tiara to wear, that’s for sure! My mother and I flew to England when I was three to visit my godparents, who lived there at the time because my godfather was with the CIA, but that’s a story for another time. I don’t remember visiting England, but I do have pictures of myself with various kilts on, and I have stories from my mother about castles, princesses, and making one of the Buckingham Palace guards smile at me.
I noticed when the media shows pictures of Prince George, some people make fun of and criticize Kate’s clothing choices for the little prince. I find her choices adorable; very English and proper, and reminiscent of how my mother dressed my brother and me when we were little. Wool short suits for my brother, pinafores and smocked dresses for me. And always, Stride Rite shoes! (Hopefully my brother will forgive me for posting our picture here, but he does look adorable in his shorts and socks, doesn’t he?)


