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WHERE WE HAD LEFT OFF:

• The wedding schedule is thrown off by late makeup appointments
• I come home to find that all of our bouquets are dead, after our florist put them into the freezer instead of the fridge!
• Bridal portraits begin, I begin to doubt my choice in photographer
• Bridal party portraits begin, the photographer embarrasses my family and friends
• Mr. Shortcake and his groomsmen get ready with the help of a ping-pong table
• We leave for the chapel, and the rain (and our nervousness) begins!
• The ceremony begins, and I take the biggest (shortest) walk of my life!
• We will, we do, we did: the ceremony
• Taking care of business: the freezing rain forces us to take the family portraits indoors - in a gymnasium!
• The wedding party photos go awry when our photographer goes AWOL

NOTE: As usual, my recap photos are from a variety of sources. All post-processing has been done by me with each individual’s consent and permission.

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Not appreciating my directions, the photographer stalked off. Not appreciating the thousands of dollars wasted on him, I grabbed Mr. Shortcake and pulled him towards my number one wish-list location—the 1950s soda shop. I wiped my furious tears and sniffed at my new husband,

“I don’t care where he goes. I’m going to get a milkshake, whether or not we get photos of us!”

Meanwhile, back at the train station, the photographer had told our bridesmaids to go back and wait in the limo.

Why? So many questions, so few answers. My sisters are still hurt - after all of the work they had put into everything, I only have a handful of pictures with my bridesmaids.

Mr. Shortcake and I took a booth in the soda shop. He tried to make light jokes to cheer me up, but even his corny humor couldn’t stop the tears that kept threatening to brim over. Exasperated, I flung my dead bouquet into the corner of the booth, and put my face in my hands.

The bell above the door jingled, and in walked our photographer. I glared at him. Mr. Shortcake glared at him. He bought us a strawberry milkshake - which is the only recommendation I can give the man. We posed in and around the soda shop, and got a dozen photos of us in the same position, fake smiles plastered on our faces. With the help of Lightroom and Photoshop, I was able to salvage most of them. Creative cropping does wonders!

As per many readers’ requests, here is another example of one of the photos we got from the photographer, untouched. The soda shop series of photos were really horrific - we looked like a zombie bride and groom! Yikes!

I feel blessed that I am equipped and trained to do such heavy corrections. A blessing, indeed!

When I call your name,

Girl, it starts to flame

Burning in my heart,

Tearing it all apart…

No matter how I try

My love I cannot hide….

’Cause Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

I’m weaker than a man should be

I can’t help myself

I’m a fool in love, ya see

Oooooooooooooooh!

Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch

You know that I love you

I can’t help myself

I love you and nobody else!

{ To be continued. Up next? Our awesome reception! }