Give me a Cartier tiara any day!

This week marked the Royal wedding of Prince William to his commoner (pleb) wife Kate Middleton. Yes, I was swept up in the fairytale that the Royal family are, that and a hell of a lot of inbreeding. I am by no means a Royalist, but I am truly fascinated by them. All the pomp and ceremony transports one into an almost medieval time in a romantic way, without the stench and muck of medieval London.

Kate Middleton is truly a lovely looking young woman, in fact her entire family appear to be rather handsome. Although now she is able to breathe a sigh of relief and she and her sister can sit down and eat a few triple cheeseburgers, pizza and cake. My gosh are those girls thin! Beautiful, yes, but so painfully slim. I guess some weight loss would be expected, can you imagine having to go through a wedding like that? All the public scrutiny and so many eyes on you. It would be nerve racking to say the least and although a lot of us as women would love to be a princess, we wouldn't want to live our lives so publicly. I must say though, all this aside Mrs Wales looked amazing. She had all the old world glamour of Grace Kelly in her Grace inspired dress and all the poise of true princess, yet she was still just a normal young woman marrying the man she loves and was just as nervous as many of us were on our respective wedding days.

Of course, there was a lot of speculation on the dress and whether she would wear a tiara. I am glad to say that I called the dress. My mother and aunt were insisting she would wear a slinky number, and I said "Uh-ah, no way. She's going to have a full skirt", and I was right. The tiara she wore was I believe the Queen Mother's and it was made by Cartier in 1936 or roundabouts. That tiara was magnificent! What every girl dreams of. It was elegantly understated yet beautifully diamond encrusted. In short, I want one, but alas I don't think I will ever be able to afford such gems.

I was a little disappointed in Harry's gal, Chelsy Davy. My gosh she looked like she'd just gotten out of bed! Harry my dear, you need to have a quiet word with your Mrs. If not I'm afraid your dear old gran might have a few words with her ha ha!

William and Harry looked every inch the dapper young men that princes should be. I love a man in uniform and I have to say, sorry to old Wills but Harry looked particularly lovely (I do have a soft spot for Harry). There has been a lot of talk about Princess Diana and how she would have been so proud. I never knew the woman but as a mother myself, I am certain she really would have been proud of her boys. Had she been alive, I reckon she would have shed a tear.


When Diana died, I watched her funeral live on TV at my parents place. There were a load of us there. We were getting ready to go out, nevertheless, we watched in silence and witnessed the British public brought to their knees for a woman who had touched so many hearts. We watched as two young boys who had lost their mother walked behind her coffin and held themselves together with dignity. Yesterday, I watched those same two boys, and I could see their mother in both of them. I witnessed the British people become excited for their Royal family once again. This is a new era in Royalty and William and Harry will shake things up.
Diana may have been the peoples princess, but her son has married a princess of the people, and let's be honest, the Royal bloodline needs as much fresh blood in it as possible, we don't want to have any more mistakes like Phillip or Charles (the inbreeding is particularly evident in those two hahaha). Saying that though, I must admit, my favourite Royal is Phillip. There is nothing quite like a decrepit old Prince who has a knack for making the most politically incorrect comments. He does make me laugh.

So that's my rant on the Royal wedding. I enjoyed every bit of all the pomp and ceremony. I loved the dress and the uniforms and the pageantry of the entire event. It was a little glimpse into how the other half  live and it was astounding. Wedding fever gripped many of us, but I am glad it's over, as I'm sure William and Kate are.

They did what?!...

This week the parents (mother and stepfather) of Kiesha Abrahams were taken into custody and charged with murder. Yes that's right, murder. Right from the beginning of this case I had suspected foul play. In fact, I think most of Australia thought that something wasn't quite right.

At the heart of this awful case is a young girl who would have been 7 this week. Her life was tragically stolen from her before it even really began. As a new parent, I find myself so saddened by this story and how a mother could take her baby's life. What on earth must have happened to this woman to make her such an evil monster? How could you ever harm a child? How could you harm your own child?!

As I watch my sweet little Molly sleep, a chill travels up my spine at the thought of poor little Kiesha being murdered at the hands of her own mother. It takes a real coward to hurt a child, and the fact that one of those cowards was Kiesha's own mother makes me sick to the deepest darkest pit of my stomach. I cherish my little girl with every fibre of my being and she fills my heart with such love and joy I cannot even begin to put it into words. In my naivety, I simply thought that all mothers felt the same as me, oh how I have been brought rocketing down to earth! I am so saddened by the world sometimes, and the hate that filters through it and permeates into people making them such horrid and evil creatures.

If you take a look at interviews with Kiesha's parents and compare them with interviews of Madeleine McCann's parents you can see some very drastic differences. One in particular is that the McCann's have not at any point given up hope on Maddie. They have persevered through all the scrutiny and continued to fight to find their missing little girl, investing everything they have in the efforts to find her. I cannot imagine the pain and worry that must plague them. The Abrahams however, started referring to Kiesha in past tense fairly early on which was an alarm in itself. They immediately thought the absolute worse case scenario had taken place. No loving parent would give up hope so easily, unless they already knew what had happened. I wonder what drove them to do such a terrible thing. Was it merely an accident and they panicked and tried to cover it up? Or was it premeditated, cold blooded murder? How must Kiesha's biological father feel? My heart goes out to him in these shockingly sad times.

I know the police and the legal system in general have a hard task ahead of them and I hope that fire and brimstone have some part in the proceedings.