Finally some progress on the wedding front, and it comes only because the Groom did some work. Found a potential photographer at Cornerstone Photography. When I sent my mom the link, she called me on the phone, and the first thing she said was “well, it’s arty.” BINGO. Jay used to work with her, and I think she has an art background, rather than whatever the hell background wedding photographers usually have.
Jay said one of the photographers where he works once applied for a job with one of those big photography companies, like Edward Fox or somesuch, and they told the guy that most of their photographers didn’t have the kind of art background that he had. Not surprising. I’ve seen some of these wedding photographs, and have been serially unimpressed. It seems like shoving a bunch of people in front of a backdrop and snapping a picture isn’t a lot different from the photography I do at work, where I shove a backdrop behind a huge piece of machinery and snap a picture. Except that I guess the machinery doesn’t have that horrible fake smile…
I did actually e-mail a potential minister. Apparently she only checks her e-mails on Sunday, though, so I’m still waiting to hear back. The good news is that she is not opposed to marrying people who don’t belong to her church, which is something I was a little worried about. As much as I’m not an overly religious person, I would prefer to get married by a minister who has an actual “flock.” Or whatever. The rent-a-rev would do, but it seems a little more genuine if it’s… I hate to say a “real” minister, because maybe these rent-a-revs actually have gone to seminary and studied religion… But anyway, fingers are crossed that she has the date open.
And finally, I HAVE to make an appointment to look at dresses. My mom is going to go insane if I don’t do it soon, but I keep forgetting. And the MOH keeps asking me what kind of dress I want, but I really have no idea, because I am apparently the only woman in the Western world who has not been planning my wedding dress since the day I could walk. Also, the MOH thinks I should get a vintage dress, but the idea creeps me out a little. I think vintage clothes are usually better in theory than in practice. Witness: Vintage Wedding Gowns. Also, vintage would maybe smell musty.
