You guys have been so ridiculously awesome with all your feedback on my pro pic posts. Seriously. I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Yesterday we were out birthday shopping (omfg I’m 33, people - 33!), and I kept making Mr. Lovebug bring up Weddingbee on his phone so I could read the new comments. And though I don’t respond to every single one, trust me - I have a good portion of them memorized.
Means. The. World.
So as a token of my gratitude, and as a wee gift to those of you who demand–er, requested that I post over the weekend, I’m giving you something I had absolutely NO intention of sharing with ANYONE, like, EVER. Presenting the single most horrific photo of our wedding:
What you’re looking at is me, playing soccer with one of the lovely pomanders from the ceremony chairs. Words cannot express how mortified I am that a) I did this and b) it’s immortalized on film (so to speak). But I promise you, it was the one and only flower arrangement to suffer abuse that night.
Yep. I am one classy bride.
Please don’t show this to my florist. Or my MIL. Or Monique Lhuillier, for that matter.
***slinks off sheepishly***
I dunno…maybe I’m not so “klassy” myself, but I think it’s a great shot of the dress, and ML should be flattered her work of art looks great, even while engaged in floral abuse. ::smiles sweetly::