I am not a fru-fru girl, nor was I growing up. I wasn't a tomboy either. Just your average girl-next-door, similarish to Bella Swan, but a tad more coordinated, and without Volvo-driving vampires (or shirtless werewolves) falling in love with me.
But all the talk of Will and Kate's wedding makes me become a fru-fru sort of girl.
I want to be a princess.
With a big, fancy, televised wedding with music and cake and pomp and circumstance.
And a fabulous castle to live in (Do they live in a castle? I don't even know.)
And a fairy god-mother. (Okay, I KNOW she doesn't have that.)
I may be thirty and a mom of two little boys, but I still (not-so-)secretly wouldn't mind some "puffed-sleeves, sparkly-tiaras, glass-slippers, SoThisIsLove" moments.
But I would settle for a white-picket-fence-house-in-the-country-with-a-fabulous-set-of-china-and-a-garden-in-the-backyard life. How much bippidity-boppity-boo will it take to get me some of that? :)