Pixie Dust

I Do: The Bridal Portraits

I never thought I’d be the kind of bride to take bridal portraits. So formal and stuffy and weird…like a glamour shot in a wedding dress that captures you so full of hope and anticipation of your big day. I may vomit just thinking about it.

We postponed these a few times because I somehow picked the rainiest days of the year to try for my bridal glamour shots…and we finally got them done two days before the wedding. Like I said in my earlier post–we waited until the very last minute for just about everything. And just like everything else, this turned into a great adventure for all.

Fifteen minutes before we’re supposed to meet the photographer, my mom calls to say she has to make an emergency visit to the pharmacy. Not sure what that means, since she was completely fine one hour before when she left to check into the hotel. No stress.

Mom eventually shows up and gets into the Ford F350 with Pancho’s mom to drive to the Broken Spoke. If you’ve ever seen a Ford F350, you know that there couldn’t possibly be a larger truck on the road than this behemoth. Pancho’s parents drive it when they pull their fifth-wheel trailer on their travels. And we’re driving on the narrow city streets during rush hour traffic, making as many left turns as possible. Fun times.

I hop in the car with my friend the dress designer (we’ll call her Fairy Godmother) to head to the Broken Spoke for our first location shoot with the photographer and realize as we pull into the parking lot that I’ve left my nose ring at home. Well, that’s what moms are for…right?

I send the moms up the street to the nearest body piercing shop with instructions on what jewelry to buy; they look at me in disbelief and turn the behemoth back onto the streets to complete their mission. We’re talking about two grandmas in their 60s whose total body piercing experience has probably been at Claire’s in the mall. I’m not sure how this will turn out, but I’m desperate.

Fairy Godmother and I wander to the dance hall in the Spoke, where Dale Watson and his band have already set up for their show that night. I love Dale. We shoot for a while and the moms arrive with the nose ring; with that mission accomplished they go to work as sentries to tell us if anyone heads our way while we photograph on the stage where we ought not be. Poor moms…so many new, unexpected experiences all within the first hour.

We do the stage, the Wurlitzer, the God Bless America sign, the Lone Star bus…the one where my veil is blowing in the wind along the side of the bus is the shot we used for the 16×20 mega-portrait at the reception. So much for the stuffy glamour shot, right?

At this point, Sharona arrives fresh from the airport and Fairy Godmother takes off…and the group piles back into cars to head to the Texas Capitol.

It turns out the Capitol isn’t as perfect a fit for me as the Spoke was…shocking, I know. We got a few great shots outside on the lawn…Mary (the photographer) climbed up a ladder to photograph me through the tree branches and got several great shots straight down my cleavage. Boog loves those. We did get one fantastic shot with a branch covering the scandalous spot…I really like that one.

At the end of it all, here’s what I have to say about this experience:

1) Hire Mary Sledd to take photos. She is awesome and her work is incredible.
2) Thank you Broken Spoke and Dale Watson for providing an awesome backdrop for my photos.
3) If you’re a bride, get the portraits done. Just be creative and make them reflect who you are.


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