Masters Sunday

Masters Sunday will forever be very special to me. I didn't know it at the time, but one year ago today, the Prince flew all the way from NYC to my parents' winter home near Palm Springs for one night, to ask for my hand in marriage.  He had a very slim window of time to make his case before he completely lost my father's attention to the TV, but permission was joyfully granted, and now I am well on my way to becoming a Mrs. 

So in honor of Masters Sunday, let's play a little game of fashion police:

My nominee for worst-dressed at the Masters?  Tiger Woods.  Not because I find his outfit offensive, it's really more his face I'd rather never see again. Team Elin all the way, get this guy off the greens!

My nominee for best-dressed at the Masters?  Amy Mickelson, wife of Phil.  She is absolutely glowing in this cobalt dress, and I am loving the monochromatic jewelry. 

The Prince and I both wish we could be spending Masters Sunday with my parents in the desert, away from this never-ending NYC winter.  If I were there, I would most certainly need to sneak off to peruse Trina Turk's amazing Kelly Wearstler-designed Palm Springs boutique.  Trina and Kelly under one roof?!  Stop.It.Now.

While I was there, I would most definitely need to pick up this little number:

Lucky for me, Trina's NYC boutique is just a few blocks away, so maybe that's how I'll spend my Masters Sunday afterall...