by Amanda Brown
The bride wore a simple white dress, the better to show off an heirloom diamond necklace and a sparkly pin spelling “Cosmo.” No one at the wedding would reveal what this meant. Pippa also wore cowboy boots with a HUGE pair of platinum spurs, a wedding gift from her mother. Go figure! The weather cooperated perfectly. A stunning meal was provided by a chef named Rudi, who specializes in stuffed ptarmigan. For some reason there were lots of Polish pickles on the menu.
Oh! Forgot to mention the brides parents! Robert Walker, delayed at the nineteenth hole, almost missed escorting his daughter up the grassy aisle. I am thrilled to report that Thayne Walker, the mouth that sank a thousand ships, has turned over a new leaf. She was quiet as a mouse throughout the afternoon. A happy mouse, stunning in a gray Saint Laurent jacket and flowing pants of the most exquisite purplish-greenish silk. A little red bird perched on her shoulder—very well behaved—maybe it was stuffed! She did nothing but smile and dab her eyes with a handkerchief as the couple exchanged vows. Perhaps she was thinking about the army of carpenters who will soon be constructing a fifty-thousand-square-foot addition to Fleur-de-Lis for the grandchildren “if and when.”
As for the bridal couple, what can I say? They’re in love. They’re beautiful. After a nice cozy honeymoon on the Madisson yacht, they’ll return to Washington, D.C., where Cole has a top-tier FBI job no one can talk about. Shh-hh-h. Pippa will be taking the reins of the Anson Walker Foundation, which she created last month with a small donation of a billion bucks. The foundation is devoted to family counseling, with particular emphasis on “premarital compatibility education” (whatever that is).
Oh! How could I forget! Proudly on display was a huge diploma from the Mountbatten-Savoy School of Household Management in Aspen. “What did you learn there?” I asked the radiant bride.
“How to fly” she answered. Then Pushkin the dancing bear swept her away.
Acknowledgments
A special thank-you to Marcelle and Robert Frey.
Our gratitude to Nick and Elizabeth for introductions
and the first dance.
