The fashionable Princesses of York or How I've endured the disappointment of the Obama Administration

If fashion, for this article fashion being defined as couture, is justified by nothing else other than providing historians with artifacts of past ages,  it pay's for its salt.  It puts flesh, so to speak, on the bones of past lives.   The great joy in ambling about in the palaces, stately homes and estates so abundant throughout all of the British Isles, is in viewing in situ the fullness of the artifacts of aristocratic life housed within family collections.  The sheer depth of the collecting of a long seated family is breathtaking in scope. The sartorial collection may well run the gamut of class from the maids aprons to the Duchess of Devonshire's ballgowns.  The art will include everything from the etchings on the nursery floor to the Van Dycks in the great Hall,  it all serves to encompass a civilization's cultural heritage.  Despite the near confiscatory death rates post-world war two and pre-Thatcher, a wide variety of those estates survive either intact and privately held or owned wholly by the National Trust or English Heritage into the 21st century.  They all reflect the culture made possible by the islands not having been invaded by anyone but the invited Dutch in-laws and an Empire of  both cheap labor and raw resources.  It's the longevity of constant buffing that gives it the polish.

The Fashion Divine Wintour, her decisions on couture, style and taste having all the more gravitas for the lady having been to the fashion manner born as only a descendant of the noted 18th century lady of wit, beauty, politics and fashion, the Duchess of Devonshire could be. While not a job requirement, it gives the lady a depth others lack. Add to that  innate talent, a keen eye for style and a work ethic that many a politician could benefit by adopting, completes the mix of the very rare F.D.W.  That eye and work ethic or more precisely the lack of same may explain the fashions guardian angels feeling puckish towards and playing a joke upon two other descendant's of the Duchess of Devonshire, the very frumpy scion's of the House of  Fergie. a.k.a. the dutch, who clearly prefer the Army and Navy stores clearance day's to following the rites and rituals of beauty.  While disregarding  the idea that THAT HAT was a terrorist act,  it is  however clear that left to less sure eyes the young ladies fall into fashion wickedness of the irredeemable gauche sinner.left to fend for themselves on clearance day's. If the wedding was a fairytale, The Princesses York played out the wrong story.  What is to be done with the two Yorks?  Time and prayer will tell.

Saint Marina of Kent, Saint Wallis Warfield Windsor, Blessed Margaret of Snowdon, save the Princesses of York from the curse of cake and Dame Edna.  Ashes of Rose, Dust of Elizabeth Arden, Remember Max Factor and your Grandmother, free the Princesses York,  turn the Royal Tweedledum and Tweedledee from frogs to sleek Cartier panthers.