It seemed like a huge undertaking when only I (and my little sister) knew. Oh how quickly have I realised, that was the easy part.
I am going to be talking to you about planning a wedding. I’m not sure how it will go (hopefully very well) or how I will be able to translate the journey into words (hopefully quite well, let’s manage expectations here, I deal in photographs!) but I am excited about the seemingly bottomless well of potential. So many opportunities and so many variations that we could possibly try out in a quest to make the day our own. So many. So, so many…that’s a bit of a terrifying thought actually.
But first, let’s start with some context and how we got here.
I met Cat when I photographed her as part of the Cairn String Quartet with which she was, at that time, a violinist. It wasn’t the most seamless start to a relationship, but that’s a story for the pub rather than the internet. We both realised pretty quickly though, largely thanks to much red wine, that we were onto a winner (as I’m often reminded by pals, I am MK Dons taking on Man City and winning, a real FA Cup minnows story. Last football reference, promise).
We both work in the wedding industry, myself as a photographer, Cat, previously in the quartet and now as a makeup artist supremo. As such, Saturday nights are often spent with a glass of wine chatting about what we liked and (whisper) didn’t like about weddings we’d been at that day. Without knowing it (maybe she did?!) we were making the early plans for our wedding. I still hadn’t proposed.