I promise that soon enough I'll actually write another post. But, for now? I wanted to share with you a few of the photos I was able to take at my best friend's wedding. I didn't get snapshots of half the things I wanted to get; if only it would have been tasteful for the maid of honor to lug around a huge camera all day! Gah! Well, anyway, here are some of my favorites from the ones I was able to get:
This is the photo Marianne took in as a reference for the hair stylist. Needless to say, the girl did a brilliant job on her hair. I watched closely while she did it, determinted to replicate it on my next fancy date with my husband. (But, really, who are we kidding? I get one fancy dinner a year - and there is no way I would be able to get my hair to be as glorious as this.)
Seriously. I was all like, "WHAT." And she was all like, "I know." And I was all like, "Sweet nelly furtado! You deserve a raise!"
Of course, Marianne approved. (And this is one of the only photos I have of myself on my camera from the wedding day. Enjoy!)
We got ready at one of the bridesmaid's homes, enjoying a couple glasses of champagne along the way. (You know, for the nerves. And the pure deliciousness of it, obviously.) If I do say so myself, Marianne looks like she's straight out of a bridal magazine. How stunning is she?
This is Marianne and her brother in the limo on the way to the church. (I was scrunched in the back, trying not to sweat too much.)
Her flowers were stunning! I was a fan! Granted, you can't see them in all their orange glory in this paticular photo - but, still. I like how this photo looks like something you'd find in an old box at a flea market. That's how I roll. (Or something.)
This makes me want to melt. Marianne and her dad are two peas in a pod - I couldn't hear the conversation they were having here, but I love that I captured the pure joy of the moment. Oh, and this was right after the wedding - they had the photographer take some photos of the group at a park near the church. Stunning location! Loved it!
I'm pretty the photographer was all, "What is this chick doing, trying to steal my photography thunder? Go away, bridesmaid with the camera! You cheapen my skills!" But I was all, "I don't care, guy. I'm going to lurk behind you as you take romantic photos of the bride and groom and get some photos of my own. Don't hate."
(He probably liked it better when I stayed a more comfortable distance away. But I'll bet he didn't get this shot, eh?)
Marianne and her lovely family. I wanted to hug them all. And maybe I did.
Who says a girl can't enjoy a Coors Light on the way to her wedding reception? I'll say she deserved it. And who could say no to that face, anyway?