Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Her Royal Majesty
It was a while ago but better late then never I guess. So I want to talk to you (or more so word with you) about the wonderful event that graced little Brisbane. The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh came to visit our shores. Now, if you are a regular you’ll know that I love the monarch and all things British and I adore the ties we have. All this talk of becoming a republic scares me - why fix something that isn’t broken?
But after that day I starting believing the majority of Australians don’t mind being a Commonwealth. I came home that day feeling highly affected by the scorching sun but more so feeling a sense of national pride and international relations. All was well in my world. So as I bared the heat in my royal best and impractical shoes (picked so I could see above the crowd…mistake) and observed the huge numbers waiting for a glimpse of the one and only rather important little old lady I loved every minute. You could feel the excitement in the air, people don’t come to get sunburned if they don’t like the person they are seeing – they come because they care. Because no matter what some say we Australians still have some kind of pull towards the British royal family. There is something unique about them, something untouchable and appealing and it is this that was filling the atmosphere. This yearning to see something that has seen it all – a world war, dozens of new parliaments, famine, riots, economic plight, more wars – she’s such a little lady with such a big knowledge of the world.
Then there was dear old Prince Phillip – that crazy uncle, that embarrassing dad, that silly grandfather. He performs his duties with such grace and support – the Queen would be lost without him. There he was with his trusty panama and suit, fit as a fiddle; waving, smiling and stopping for a chat, picking up flowers from little girls in their dresses, even spotting some to come in front of the barriers to greet the Queen themselves. It was all rather magical. And although I saw a very small profile and only the tops of their heads – it didn’t matter. I was there, I was in their presence and I soaked in all the feeling of the day.
What I love most about it – is the attire of the crowd. A day where laid back Brisbanites take out that special little outfit reserved for such special occasions. Little girls in their finest dresses, some complete with Sunday best hats and all clutching their flowers just hoping her majesty will notice them. British expats feeling at home again, young people dressed in union jacks, the elderly waving that iconic flag and women and men equally sharing this moment. Here are some pics from the day:
This is just gorgeous. A little girl trying her very hardest to soar above the crowd.
Even the true blue tradies stopped their work just for a glimpse. Or just any excuse for a break...
Can you see her... that little tiny thing in the top left corner wearing the pastel green hat. But I love this photo for the Aussie flag - ever so patriotic!
It felt like a wonderful world and one I’m so very happy to live in.
Check back in 2 days time for I’ll be showcasing my very own wardrobe favourites. ooo the suspense!