
I enjoy this coat. If it looks familiar to you, it's because she wore it at Christmas -- the Christmas of the NO HAND-HOLDING, about which, yes, I am still aggrieved. The color might be a wee drab? Imagine with a patterned shoe, though. Like these, even!

This looks like an EXCELLENT art class -- this is part and parcel of Kate's charity that uses art to help disadvantaged kids. And if you're read The Royal We, you know there's a similar charity in there, and as I always note when Kate goes to this one, we'd MADE THAT UP before she even got involved with this one, and, ergo, apparently we are able to use The Secret when it comes to royal patronages. If we write a sequel, I'm going to have Bex adopt a charitable endeavor that just funnels mad cash and cute shoes to two old American bloggers in exchange for them being nice about her coats.

This photo makes me laugh. It feels very THE DOCTOR IS IN. "Tell me your problems. What's ailing you? Paparazzi hanging out of trees trying to get a snap of you doing pilates on your back lawn? Weird bossy in-laws always asking you pointed questions about your whereabouts on certain dates and times, like they're interrogating you? A hideous portrait hanging in the National Portrait Gallery and nothing you can do about it? I'M LISTENING." (Also: she is in the grips of a completes houndstooth obsession right now, isn't she? The skirt is new Scottish brand Le Kilt.)

"You guys, I appreciate your naming this place after me and all, but this feels extreme."

"HAHAHAHAH OH JUDY. No, I did not know Roger did that to Andy. THAT SCAMP. I'll give him a talking to the next time we have him over for Taco Tuesdays."

"If anyone takes a picture of my butt, I swear to GOD, they're going straight to The Tower."

Run, Kate. RUN!
