Without a doubt this has been a historic week. Queen Elizabeth II died on Thursday at age ninety-six.
Many, many people are sad, and will mourn her loss. Her family, of course. And I think probably the many, many people who loyally served her and worked for her, and with her, in whatever capacity. Certainly there are lots and lots of posts on social media of anecdotes from those who met her and loved her.
And for those who don’t claim to have loved her, or even to have supported the idea of monarchy, she still inspired respect and admiration. No one can claim she did not serve her country well, and for a very long time. Even those who think that queens and kings are irrelevant to twenty-first century society, that the concept of empire was an abomination (which of course it was), stop short of criticising Queen Elizabeth herself. My husband who while he understands the historical significance of the monarchy to British and to Canadian society snorts in disgust when I say anything about any member of the royal family. Except the queen. He respected the queen.
But let’s try to stay real, my friends. What would the queen say about all the hyperbole that has been said and written about her since Thursday? All the social media memes that have proliferated? Especially the cloyingly sentimental ones. Like the ones that show her heading off to heaven, hand in hand with Paddington Bear. Wouldn’t she herself, like Hubby, snort in disgust? Or the one showing the back of Philip’s head as he doffs his hat, over the caption, “I’ll look after her from here.” Or something like that. Gad, that one made me cringe in embarrassment.
When someone dies, remembering them, who they were, what they did, and what they meant to us is what we do. What we should do. Even sometimes for people whom we have never met.
I remember when Pierre Trudeau, Canada’s Prime Minister from 1968-79 and again from 1980-84, died back in 2000. My colleagues and I sat in the teacher’s prep room at school and talked of him. We weren’t grief stricken. But we were touched by his death. And I remember talking about how we admired him. Canada had never seen a Prime Minister quite like him. Many of us, then in our forties, had grown up with Trudeau as Prime Minister. Now you might decry his politics; that’s your prerogative. But we remembered him as a young upstart in the Liberal party who suddenly made politics exciting. We were marking his passing. Remembering what he meant to each of us. Not mourning him. Not really.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to sound disrespectful. And I don’t want to offend those who are truly saddened by the Queen’s death. I actually liked and admired the queen. I’m sad that she has died. I feel great respect and admiration for the person she was and for her long years of service. I love listening to all the anecdotes told by members of her household showing her wit and kindness. As a Canadian her face has been part of my daily existence since I was born. And I recognize that her death is momentous. Historic. She deserves all the pomp and circumstance, the ceremonial rituals that mark her long life, and her position in British society.
But all the hyperbole makes me uncomfortable. Sentimental hyperbole always makes me uncomfortable. The demand that people embody some sort of fairytale-type character. I don’t understand why we can’t praise people for what they’ve done and been, remember them for who they were and what they’ve meant to us, rather than try to make them into something they’re not. Seriously, when it comes to all the sentimental claptrap, I think the Queen herself would have counselled a little restraint. Don’t you?
Okay, I’m done. As my mum always says, “That’s enough about that.”
I’d planned to write a fashion post today, but other thoughts took over. Still… here’s some photos of what I’ve been wearing lately.
So, yeah. I’ve been trying to feel the fall vibes even though it’s still hot here. Tank tops with loafers. Light summer pants with shirts. No blazers. Yet.
Hubby is off on a canoeing trip in a day or so, and I’ll be on holiday. I’ll eat when I want and what I want. Sadly, I’ll have to cook it myself. So, I plan to meet friends for lunch and then have toast and tea for supper. Ha. I’ll get a much needed haircut. I’m going to binge watch The House of Eliott which I haven’t watched in years. I will do a closet clear-out. Much more fun when I have to house to myself.
And probably, despite my sentiments above, I’ll be glued to the television for all the goings-on in the UK.
And apologies to those who love seeing them together, but I will NOT be posting cringey memes of Queen Elizabeth and Paddington Bear on social media. Of that you can be very sure.
P.S. What I’m wearing in this post. Vince V-neck cashmere cardigan. Here at Nordstrom Rack, here at Nordstrom.ca, and here at Vince. Mine is size large in navy. Nordstrom Signature cotton, oversize shirt (in solid colours) here at Nordstrom.com and here at Nordstrom.ca. FYI the Canadian Nordstrom site is different from the American. Canadians have to purchase from the Canadian site. Everlane tank top here at Everlane. I wear a size large. COS striped top here at COS in red and white. Mine is a medium, so size down. Veja sneakers here at Net-a-porter. My navy pants are very old Max Mara and go with my light-wool summer suit, so they are unavailable. The Frankie shop has a great selection of dress pants, many of which I’d be happy to own, although nothing that is very close to my navy MM pants. And these Theory dress pants at Nordstrom are nice. Plus they have the stretch that mine have and a similar cut. They’d be better with sneakers than the pumps that Nordstrom chose to show with them, IMO.
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