This is a Formula 1 driving simulator and I guess the simulation ended in TEARS. Now he's off to Chile! Cry your tears, pancake. It's all going to be fine.
MAXIMA. What is HAPPENING. I suspect your hat is currently picking up satellite signals.
Maxima brought some HATS to this trip. I don't know that this one is particularly somber?
But it IS dramatic and I am always in favor of the dramz.

I am always fascinated by the choices made by magazines who use photos from events as their covers -- often weeklies, such as OK!, but of course for someone like Kate, who doesn't sit for cover photos, even magazines like People do it. I DO NOT know why they used THIS photo, wherein Kate and her Tortilla Chapeau looks more like Pippa than herself.
THIS is more like it.
Letizia's BEIGE OF THE WEEK! (Actually, this is pretty on her. I like the delicate lace bits.) I also enjoy that Felipe appears to be pulling on his gloves so he can go lay a SMACKDOWN.
"Okay. YOU create the diversion and I'll steal the tapestry. On my count..."
I will say, I am not NEARLY as attuned to the usual body language of these two as I might be of some other royal couples, because I don't pay as much attention to them, but they seem much more affectionate than usual. (Not that they seemed to dislike each other before; I'm just saying, it might be good to be the king.)
This is Hugo Boss. ( Letizia's Closet has informed me she wears him A LOT and I like it on her?)
Back in London, the Queen ups her war with The Rug by wearing the dress in her closet which clashes with it the most brutally. SHE WILL DESTROY YOU, RUG.
This was the tale end of their trip to Northern Ireland, and I was going to make a joke that these people were like, "and here are some wacky old doo-dads!" and then I read they're the Antiques Roadshow experts and so they ARE showing them some wacky old doo-dads. I hope Liz and Phil got in the car to go home and were like, "uh, we should TOTALLY go on Antiques Roadshow. We have SO MUCH STUFF we could unload. LET'S MAKE THE CROWN SOME CASH."
Beatrice's Resting WTF seems to be saying, "I am delighted by the amount of fringe I am wearing at the moment!"
It's the 100th anniversary of the Brownies -- we were just discussing the difference between American Brownies and the UK Brownies last month, and yet I still misinterpreted this event when I read about it on Twitter as being the birthday of the brownie, as in, the delicious chocolate item. Either are worthy of celebration, though, and I guess Sophie, and her daughter Lady Louise had a tea party at Buckingham Palace for the Girl Group Brownies. (I clearly could not resist this picture; I assume Lady Louise IS a Brownie, which is also very sweet to me for some reason. This is a party that will be hard for the other mother's to top.)
Also, this party had GIANT CONNECT-FOUR and (not pictured) HUMONGOUS JENGA so it obviously was awesome.
Sophie wore these pants to the tea party, as well as to unveil a plaque (of course) opening the kitchen garden at Hampton Court, which looked lovely. And these pants are totally looney. You know they're crazy because whomever Getty sent out to cover this event took like twenty pictures of them. "Those wacky royals bloggers are going to want to talk about these," I imagine the photographer saying to himself. (The man in question is Max Mumby, who is one of Getty's very good royals photogs, and for whom apparently I have just invented an entire inner life that involves pants-judgement.) I LOVE me some crazy pants and yet I fear these are cousin to pajamas. Between this and the Affair of the Ostrich Neckpiece, I think Sophie has decided to CUT LOOSE. I welcome more Sartorial Royal Cutting Loose, myself.