It all comes across as very confused. She has made it abundantly clear that she has nothing but disdain for Britian, its traditions and values, the late Queen etc. She made a great song and dance out of her being American, Californian, a woman of colour, tried to present a laid back culture of casual, beachy, huggy, modern vibes while also trying to present herself as an ultra progressive feminist who would break the mould.
All of that makes for a very peculiar mix when it comes to desperate flogging of the royal titles, the pseudo tours, the various crests/insignia, 'from the office of', insistence of being referred to as Duchess and Ma'am, the trad wife barefoot in the kitchen making preserves and cakes in immaculate white linen.. and this bemusing quintessential English stuff she's trying to peddle.. the jam, the honey, luncheon on the terrace surrounded by dogs. I'm only suprised she stopped short of a white parasol and wicker basket chair with some delightful Carson type character stood waiting at respectful distance in deferential attendance upon her highness.
I suppose its a case of stubbornness sticking to her old fantasy of being American Royals. Like the Brits of old in the Argentine or India..a quaint mixture of Englishness on steroids, against an incongruent background of exotic sunshiny paradise.
I don't think anyone is buying that gaunt, ozempic-ravaged face (which has left her veneers now too big for her face) is one that spends much time around jam, honey or cakes.