With the world continuing to collapse in on itself – such horrible news kept flashing onto my screen over the course of this weekend – it seems as good a time as ever to be reminded of the importance of connection. And so: enter the picture-based post of wedding photographs. (Different from the kind of thing I normally post on here, but I figure you'll enjoy to look at them because I always like to look at other people's weddings. Even though these pictures are technically pre-wedding).
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If I haven’t mentioned it already, Emilie – my elder (and
only) sister – got married back in April. In the weeks after, people kept on asking me: ‘How was the
wedding?’ and – hand on heart – I was able to say: ‘Quite genuinely: one of the
best days of my life so far.’ Such a happy day (one where everything felt so softened round the edges. One that spilled light into the whole of the week after). All of it was beautiful (most
especially her) and I’ll write more about it later, perhaps, and post some
pictures the official photographer took because they are gorgeous and I kind of
want his job... But for now, I'll just leave you with some pictures I took over the course of the morning before the ceremony.
My Mum and I stayed overnight with Emilie in the Grosvenor Hilton
Hotel before the wedding and one of my favourite parts of the wedding day was that morning, right at the start of it all, when it was just the three of us. We woke up early (Emilie was too excited to sleep any later) and
just lay in bed chatting and laughing about something or other, feeling
relieved that the wedding dress didn’t smell too much like a chip shop (the
night before, I’d been a bit hungry, as per usual. So Emilie and I had run
along Byres Road at almost-midnight to buy a fish supper which we brought back
to the room and shared between the three of us, sitting in pyjamas on the bed. ‘I’m
not sure if this is really a recommended pre-wedding meal...’ ‘Tastes good though...’).
We took our time getting ready as, one by one, all the other girls
arrived...
Emilie’s oldest friend, Stef, came to help her with hair
before hurrying home to get ready herself; the florist – a lovely lady with
lilac hair from Floral Menagerie – knocked on the door next to drop off the
bouquet and give her a hug; and then the other bridesmaids (two of Emilie's close nurse-friends, and our
wee cousins, Hannah and Grace) came along soon after to get ready with us. Such
a lovely chilled out morning – no make-up artists or hairstylists or anything.
Just ourselves, helping each other get ready and maybe crying a bit as Emilie got
into her (many buttoned) dress and turned round to smile at us ('I'm so excited,' she kept saying the whole morning. 'I'm so excited').
(Evan - our brother - came for a little moment to say hello and gaze, ruefully, at himself at the mirror before he went to meet Jamie and the Best Man. He wasn't too excited about needing to wear a kilt...)
When you're the person behind the camera, that does mean you don't end up in too many of the pictures. But my Mum kindly took this one while I was doing my make-up, and I quite like it. (A word on make-up: Goodness me. I admire people that understand how to work it. Contouring. Highlighting. What-have-you-ing. I am not one of those people. Nor can I seem to muster enough energy to be. Not that kind of girl woman. 'Does this powder go here?' *wafts cheeks with brush a few times* 'Do these colours even work together?' *dabs brush around eyelids and hopes for the best*.)
I love these pictures of my Mum helping Emilie get into the dress:
And also these ones of the first time my Dad saw her (we're not a particularly weepy family - but everyone was crying).
Ahh, lovely. Quite nice to play at being a photographer for the morning. Anyway - back I get to writing (I'll post a pt.2 with some pictures the photographer took at some point later this month. But here's a nice one my Dad caught of Emilie and Jamie post-ceremony.)
Nice, huh? Some more actual 'letter' type posts will come soon... once I finish this chapter.
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