
Her bag is LEOPARD PRINT (right?) and I love it. More of this, please, Kate! (We can't see her shoes, and although the Kate Watchers on Twitter inform me they were nude, I've decided that, in my mind, they are secretly INSANE yet FABULOUS.)

We never got a FULL shot of her dress, but the nice people at L.K. Bennett emailed us, and thus I can tell you that it is this one. It seems pleasantly swishy. (I do wish we could see where that hemline hits her; she's tall enough to be able to work that length, I suspect.)

"It's so humid. I can't believe I'm wearing pantyhose. When we are in charge, these things are going to be banned, William. BANNED!")

"Kate, did you know Sophie was coming? SHE'S RIGHT THERE. And she looks suspicious."

Kate is NOT AMUSED.

Wait, yes, she is. Thank god. If one is not amused when one's husband is pulling funny faces in the Royal Box at Wimbledon, one perhaps has lost the capacity for amusement. Even if one IS wearing pantyhose in high humidity.

Behind them, Billie Jean King thinks, "GET A ROOM, you two." Or, perhaps, "JUST MAKE OUT, YOU TWO!" I don't know BJK's life.

And then everyone decided they would look hotter in sunglasses, for the all-important Sports Watching Face-Making portion of this match. (Murray won, and he's set to be playing W&K Fave Federer on Friday. Fingers crossed they come back to watch that, because I think the facial expressions that would result from figuring out how to look when your countryman battles your tennis crush would be highly entertaining.)

And the Beckhams showed up. Not all of the Beckhams, but two Beckhams in matching outfits! BE STILL MY HEART.
