So, that’s the first wedding of this year over and done with. A gorgeously tall, elegant, beautiful, confident bride married her very sweet, honey monster looky like during an exceedingly short ceremony. Blink and you’d have missed it.
Even the registrar said to me” God, I’ll have to pad this out or the other registrar won’t have time to fill in the marriage certificate.”
It was definitely a case of: ‘Do you? Do you? You’re married.’
Still, it gave us a bit more time for photographs which is a good job because they’d forgotten to tell us they had a receiving line and that took half an hour off our time. You can shoot a lot of photos in half an hour so I wasn’t totally impressed.
In that lull between the wedding seasons I always forget how much like walking a tightrope over a pit of crocodiles wedding photography can be. It’s a good job I love the adrenalin rush, work fast and have such a pleasant and laid back disposition. Hahaha.
Lesser women have crumbled under the pressure of herding the cats…er I mean guests into the correct combinations for the photos they’ll moan like hell about if you don’t manage to get.
So tell me again why am I a wedding photographer?
The weather forced us inside for the couple’s ‘special’ pictures. The light was amazing in there, soft and romantic. You know instantly when you’ve bagged a special shot and there were quite a few. I couldn’t wait to get home and download the images and I wasn’t disappointed.
That’s why I shoot weddings – because it it’s exciting, it gives me a chance to get creative and because I just love everything about them.
The trouble with frameless glasses is that I can never find the buggers when I’ve put them down. This morning I’ve wasted more time than is sensible looking for them only to discover they were right on the desk in front of me. I need reading glasses to find my reading glasses!
Big N seems to have forgotten that he’s not a chef any more. He came home from work on Friday and announced that he was making a sticky toffee pudding. ‘Yum, nice Friday night treat.’ I thought.
He then went on to make a restaurant sized pudding, 24 portions if you please.
That’s eight portions each!
24 portions of sticky toffee pudding sitting in my fridge along with a huge tub of extra sticky toffee sauce. That’s just torture. How the hell am I going to keep my mitts off that?
To make it even worse, when Boofuls went out to get our Chinese take away last night (special chow mein, very nice) he also came back with a family sized bar of Dairy Milk with Crunchie. Aaaaarrrgghh!!
Definitely a lesson in self control.
Did I mention that our house is off the market?
I’ll say that again. off the market.
After three years, four estate agents, £50,000 reduction off the price and a couple of false hopes of a sale we have decided to stay put until the property market picks up again.
Do you wanna buy a farm? Well it’s too late, mate. You had your chance.
Apart from all the really good reasons we had, and still have, for selling up and moving, I never really wanted to go. Which is probably exactly why it didn’t sell, if you believe in universal energy.
Now of course I want to get on and do all the work that needs doing round here. You know, all the jobs we have been deliberately leaving because we thought we were moving out.