Some of you may remember this post from a few months back where I gave away a fabulous MILK Bespoke Photobook, and shared my experience with the product as I finally got around to creating my own wedding album.
I’m sure it comes as no surprise that three months later, I have yet to finish the book.
That’s right…it’s been nearly six years since Scottrina became a legally recognized entity, and I still don’t have a wedding album as proof. Why you ask? It’s a question I’ve been pondering a lot as of late.
Perhaps the MILK Bespoke book software tedious and cumbersome?
No! Quite the contrary, in fact. It’s easy to use and makes even the crappiest of photographs look worthy of an art gallery!
Could my subconscious be in denial that I’m married to Scott? Maybe the lack of a wedding album is my inner-psyche’s way of crying out for help?
Pfft! Of course not. I love that sarcastic blonde man with all my heart and couldn’t imagine my life without him. In fact if it were up to me, I’d marry him all over again.
I think I just totally had a “Eureka” moment you guys.
Scott and I need to get married again!
(This is why I love blogging. You’re typing away and then BAM! You get a brilliant idea, everything suddenly makes sense and you find yourself embracing a renewed sense of purpose! And deciding whether you want pink peonies or exotic roses!)
Let me be perfectly clear — I’m not talking some elaborate vow renewal or a second honeymoon. I actually don’t even want a ceremony. I simply want to get dressed up and retake our wedding photos. I’ve suddenly realized the reason I’ve never finished a wedding album is because I don’t actually like our wedding photos.
This is the part where I forbid you to feel sorry for me. Six-years of wedded reality has given me some healthy perspective. The type of perspective that makes one realize a wedding is just one brief day over the course of a lifetime. Yes, it’s an important day…but I’m okay with the fact that my nuptials may not have been Pinterest-worthy. Admitting that I’m not incredibly pleased with our photos doesn’t make me want to collapse on the floor and cry until I dry-heave.
It’s simply inspired me to take matters into my own hands and initiate a photographic “do-over”.
Don’t I deserve a set of photos taken by a photographer who charges more than $300, and as a result, knows that this is not good lighting?
A photographer who understands construction zones are not an acceptable backdrop?!
A photographer whose idea of a cute pose isn’t…well…this.
And seriously…what the ‘eff is up with the stool from K-Mart?
I suppose that’s what I get for skimping on the photography budget. To be fair, when you’re trying to pull of a wedding for 250+ guests with a $6,000 budget, you end up cutting a few corners.
And using (cringe!) fake flowers.
And purchasing a dress from David’s Bridal that was on clearance for $199, even though you don’t really like it all that much.
Again — I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I truly have no regrets! While I wasn’t in love with my dress, it was simple, somewhat timeless, and not poofy. Sure, I don’t get goosebumps every time I think of it, but I also don’t look back and say “What the hazayschnay was I thinking?!” I consider it a moderate success.
Speaking of the dress…in a fit of nostalgia I decided to try it on while I was at my parent’s house a few weeks ago.
It was way too big!
(I’ve never taken drugs before, but I imagine the feeling of trying on your too-big wedding dress is probably similar. I suddenly lost my appetite and felt nothing but bliss, energy, and the urge to hug everyone in sight for several hours.)
All in all, I think would be a way more rockin’ bride now than I was six summers ago.
So why not embrace it? I could rent a dress, put on some classic red lipstick…even order a bouquet of real flowers this time around. There will be no ceremony, no guests and no cake. It will simply be photos, and then a trip to the bar so people who think I just got married will buy me free red beers.
(Told you I’d be a more rockin’ bride.)
The tricky part will be convincing Scott…the man who didn’t even want to have a real wedding the first time around. To make matters more complicated, he’s getting braces put on at the end of the month–our wedding shoot will have to wait until the summer of 2014, so our photos aren’t mistaken for awkward (yet beautifully composed) prom snapshots.
Of course, I’m totally fine with this. It will give me plenty of time to discover a dress that is truly worth of my MILK Bespoke photo book album, after all! You don’t think renting a Vera Wang would be over the top, do you?