Thursday, 23 May 2013

Weddings and things

I am really rambling in this one... Don't even bother reading, sorry...

For one reason and another I've been thinking about weddings of late. Mainly my own. A few days ago a Twitter friend asked what everyone else had done with their wedding photographs and that got me thinking about ours. I told her we'd chucked the album in a cupboard and left it there, we had barely touched it in a year. It's funny when you think how much money you spend on a wedding, you can spend £100s on flowers and all they do is die. I actually still have my bouquet, not because I've had it preserved but because I shoved it in a pint glass on top of my piano when we got home and it's been there ever since, I am quite fond of the dead flowers now but it wouldn't break my heart to bin it, I just haven't got round to it. That sounds so lazy, I know this. My dress has been worn twice since the wedding, once as a favour to a friend who needed some jewellery modelling - my Mother recently saw the pictures in a bridal shop and didn't recognise me "you look really nice on the pictures, I didn't know it was you" (or words to that effect), and then again as part of a trash the dress shoot which I did with a friend, who is married to our photographer, it's not something I actually thought I'd do but she didn't want to do it alone. I haven't had it dry cleaned yet, it's in the bag, waiting to be folded into a box and then stuck under the bed for eternity. It was partly custom made for me so would be of no use to anyone else really and there's a part of me that wants to keep it despite my tendency to throw away everything I've not used for more than a week.

Anyway, this was about photographs wasn't it? Some people spend £1000s on their photographer, I'm sure they're worth it, but I couldn't justify that. In fact, pictures were very low on our priority list and there's a reason for that, I don't like photographs. If you love to have your walls filled with photographs then that's fair enough, that's your choice, personally it's not for me. Now, a confession, there are two photographs on display in our house. One is of me as a bridesmaid with my friend's daughter, the other is me as a baby with my Dad, that is it. There are other things framed, a drawing of a bird with tattoos, a shoe and a print of a pocket watch. No wedding photographs. I often wonder if I should have some up but at the moment I don't feel the need. Don't get me wrong, there's absolutely nothing wrong with our wedding photographs, our photographer (a good friend) did a brilliant job, they're lovely. Our album was something we did ourselves, with a Groupon offer, yes I know, it's not a giant leather bound book but do you know what? The pictures look just fine, it cost about £30 and I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to pay more because I don't see the point.

Now another confession, I'm not smiling on the pictures. I know it's a "thing" to have pictures of the couples looking serious and I know a lot of people hate this but it wasn't a "thing" for me, I had no intention of smiling on our pictures. I was happy, of course I was, but what I really really didn't want to see was a picture of me smiling, I hate my face when I smile, it's fat, you can see my teeth and I hate my teeth more than I hate my fat face. Someone actually said "oh you look serious on the pictures", I guess I do but I'd rather that than never want to look at my pictures ever because I would be a tiny bit heartbroken at how horrible my face looked. That's probably coming across as really vain, it's not intended to, I'm merely saying I'd like to look back at them and be happy about them and I am happy, because I chose not to do something which would make me sad in years to come.

And that's it, there's no real conclusion to this post, it's something I just fancied getting off my chest and that's what a blog is for, isn't it?

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