The bride looked just wonderful. She changed three dresses throughout the evening – gold, white and blue one.
She looked dazzling.
The groom was as cute, kind and handsome as a groom can be. And his hands were as cold as groom’s hands can get.
If you know what I mean.
The ceremony took place in a church and I loved it, except for one little detail – I didn’t understand a single word.
No, I didn’t go through some random period of mental disintegration.
The thing is that I just don’t speak the native language of the couple being wed. But I liked it anyway. Partly because it gave me more time to focus on the photographer’s work and his equipment. At one moment, I was really tempted to jump up and run around with my camera, just like him.
Except, I didn’t have my camera with me. Which was a painful torture.
Are you asking why the heck I went without a camera?
Well, before the wedding, me and my man came to a conclusion that it’s inappropriate for me to bring the camera along since I have this strange uncontrollable tendency to detach from this world’s affairs for quite a moment once I start taking pictures. And if that happened, I wouldn’t probably be the best companion.
Then there was a party – loads of scrumptious food, the most delicious champagne, all sort of sweets, the wedding cake with six layers, new friends, bottomless hospitality and a lot of mad dancing.
Also, what I wanted to show you, and what you definitely must have noticed by now, is the loot of mine that I really adore – a cookie place ‘card’.
Isn’t that just the cutest idea for a place card?
I love it!
So that is what I wanted to show you…
Now, I have shown it to you…
P.S.: Some of you have asked me to let you see the whole outfit I was wearing and which I presented in parts here. The answer is – I might, once we’ll be sent the pictures …and I will be present in at least one of them. Let’s hope…