I've been watching The Crown. I find myself simultaneously engrossed in the story and repulsed by the characters. It's not the spoilt rich people in another country continually squabbling over their piddly-ass problems that keeps me coming back. "Oh, mummy, I want to marry this handsome blue-blood, not that one." "Oh, dahling, we must keep up appearances for the peasantry, even though it is sooooo hard." Blech; but I keep watching, because: the acting is great, the casting is great, and over all, I'm completely in love with the character of Queen Elizabeth II. She is truly admirable.
In spite of being surrounded by a family who does not seem to understand the role of a monarch as a servant and a leader, she finds herself alone in maintaining her integrity and poise and answering a call to service. I suppose we all feel that way at times, as though we're the only sane one in a world full of fools and madness. Personally I wish I had half the poise and dignity of Elizabeth II; perhaps if I did I could handle it all in a more queenly manner, but alas, such qualities are rare gems indeed.
What I lack in regal qualities however, I certainly make up for in beautiful dresses. It's hardly a substitute, but we work with what we have. I picked up this beautiful Monarch Foxglove Selkie dress as a sample last year, but didn't make it out in time to photograph it in the fall colors. I suppose the deep rich rust color of the dead of winter will have to suffice in lieu of autum's golden hues.