Any celebration that brings about a holiday from work AND a festival of corgis is OK in my book. So yayyyy for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. I’m not the most patriotic of people. It’s not that I don’t like being British: it’s just that I really wish I was Japanese. But while I’m not one to drape myself in Union Jacks (at least I haven’t been since a particular frat party ten years ago), I’m just beside myself about the explosion of corgi fashions the British high street is displaying in the name of her maj.
I’m not entirely clear on the story with corgis. Have they always been in the Royal Family? Is it just the Queen herself who’s a fan? How many does she actually have? And why did we not see head nor furry tail of one at the Royal Wedding last year?
But enough with the questions, let’s talk facts.
Fact. Topshop has proved itself to be the ultimate British fashion institution with its majestic range of corgi-themed treats.
AND a brooch.
AND a shopper.
Fact. River Island has surpassed itself with a window display that portrays corgis to be both fashionable and fashion-conscious.
Another British institution, sadly, let itself down badly. While I’m in favour of the Colin Caterpillar cakes wearing crowns, the rest of Marks and Spencer appears to have vomited Jubilee-inspired crap. Corgis were not heavily focused on, except in homeware. But look – just look – what they did to them!
Poor pup looks like he’s on some kind of witness protection programme.
Fact. Corgis are beautiful in their natural form. Let’s never forget that.