Weddingbee Blog

Bees! Brides! Greetings! Operating under the typically megalomaniacal assumption that the days of my absence have been painfully counted, I humbly apply for reentry to the hive. In short, I’m back…if you’ll have me. I’ve been playing hooky for a full five months, and I’m not even going to offer any paltry excuses. I’m just going to bribe you with cupcakes and slip back in under the radar.

I accomplished much during my blogging sabbatical, including firing our entire wedding party, falling out of love with my dress, designing a rockin’ website and save-the-dates, meeting Mr. and Mrs. Bee on our New York mini-moon, and shooting some hot engagement porn. As you can see, I’m foaming at the mouth with bloggy goodness.

I’ve missed you guys, and feel a complete heel for not keeping up on the hive. (I was absent so long, I got all dorky and shy about it and just started lurking. How pathetic is that?) Anyway, I’m very much looking forward to nestling back into the big, buzzy Weddingbee nest and getting to know the new crew. And for my grand re-entrance, fresh from Pictage:

Yes, I know. Nothing says “timeless romance” like an old LUBRICATION sign in a bar. His mother felt the same way.

Charming, right? Only, the reason we’re laughing is that Mr. L had just torched a quarter-sized circle of his forehead holding a kissy pose under that blistering spotlight. An icepack and two coats of concealer later:

Please note: my butt was enjoying an atypical bout of photogenitivity on this day.

I have no discernible jawline, but at least Mr. L has mad Blue Steel.

See that big, knobby party of the branch pointing at my lower back? I didn’t! Nailed my head on it climbing up there.

You didn’t think we had trees in Tucson, did you? We found both of them!

We just realized how much this photo shoot is costing us.

Do you have tickets to the gun show? No? Then scram!

What does it mean that my favorite shot excludes our faces?

Clearly, we had a blast. For me, it trumped dress shopping, even. Our unbelievably talented and hip photographer, Chris Richards, totally nailed the fun, candid style we were looking for. And he was a real sport about me dragging them all over downtown: we came away with about two hundred good shots, and thirty or so that we just love.

My advice about e-shoots is just a reiteration of what’s been said: go somewhere you feel at home, be yourself, have fun. Whisper dirty things in his ear to make him laugh. Your fiance, not the photographer. And definitely speak up if there’s a particular location, shot, expression, etc. that you want. Chris made a point of asking us lots of questions about what we wanted - down to what angles we liked to be photographed from, and just generally encouraged our input - seems to be something you’d want in your most expensive vendor.

Now, what do you want to hear about next? Firing my wedding party or deciding I hate my wedding dress?