The Duchess of Cambridge is absolutely gorgeous. Resplendent in white, with a red facinator and red shoes, she nailed it. I love the fact that she gets the shoes right every time. Any outfit can be ruined by the wrong shoes, as we all know. Outfits have to be anchored top and bottom; hats and shoes accomplish this. How many times have we seen lovely dresses cancelled out by hideously-shod feet. Sadly, Ottawa is the centre of the "sensible shoe" universe. G-d I hate sensible shoes!
An enjoyable lunch on a Bell's Corners patio today came to an abrupt end when the happy little family seated beside us reaffirmed the chaos theory. There they sat, tubby Mum and chubby Dad, stuffed into chairs, single-mindedly scarfing unnecessary wings and fries, leaving two-year-old daughter and infant son to their own devices: colouring book and soother. As quickly as you could say "mind that glass", daughter had it inevitably and predictably splattered all over the table, chair and floor. But nevermind, Mum grabbed the kid, who by this time had started wailing, and immediately reassured it that everything was fine, she had done nothing wrong and don't-cry-darling. A hundred waiters and waitresses rushed to the rescue, while the rest of us gamely tried to ignore the mess. I would not want to be the next patrons sitting at that table trying to unglue their innocent shoes from the sticky, gucky, sugary floor.
It's always on these occasions that B tells me to "just ignore it". But, of course, I can't. I start remembering outings with our four and how we just did not permit them to run amok. Who wants to pay to sit beside families with unruly kids? The Dad was so unnerved he had to rush out for a smoke, while Mum ordered another grape drink for the kid and tucked back into her wings. Perfect.
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