Since my exercise plan is on “bed rest” due to a bout of tendonitis, I thought I’d share another reason why I’m working so hard (maybe too much so…oops) to drop a few pounds. On Sept. 19, the hubs and I will dress in our finest attire and travel to Chattanooga, Tenn., to have our pictures made by the very talented Mr. Dan Henry. I got a rave review about Dan from my friend, Jessica, who used to work with him at a daily newspaper and quickly hired him to shoot her nuptials in December. We had set up an appointment with him months ago, but due to a death in the family, we had to reschedule our session for September. I’m glad about it now (the extension, not the death of course) because that gave me a few more months to slim down before our big photo op. Now most people get their pictures made for a particular occasion, i.e. engagement, Christmas, pregnancy, etc. Our reason? We hated our wedding photos.
Our photographer was highly recommended to us by several of my hubby's relatives. We met with him and his wife, who helped out with the business, and all seemed right in the photography world -- at first. They did a beautiful job on our engagement photos and were very reasonable in their pricing. Then came our wedding day...
1. The photographer was an older gentleman, apparently hard of hearing and stubborn as a goat. Our bridal party (including 7 bridesmaids, 7 groomsmen and 3 flower girls) kept asking him to let us know when he was going to take the picture, and I don't know if he was temporarily deaf or displaying some divo-like behavior, but he would just snap photos without saying so much as "cheese." What resulted was a bunch of snapshots of some people frowning, eyes closed, mouths open...awful!
2. He lied about his Photoshop skills. Our album was filled with uncropped, overexposed pics, and one particularly dreadful one where I look like a penguin and the hubs looks like a stalker. He even included a photo of HIMSELF that his wife took! I shudder just thinking about it. Thank goodness for some of our friends and relatives who actually took some snaps that were way better than his! My friend and bridesmaid, Jen, got a gorgeous pic of me and my nieces. I should have hired you, Jen-Jen!
3. His wife belonged in a mental ward. Not only did she talk smack about us to my hubs' grandmother AT the wedding, this woman was barking orders all over the church and at our reception. We were about to cut our cake, and she actually ran over, yanked the knife out of my hand and made me hold it in a different way claiming it would make a better shot. Wha?! Then, she wanted me to throw the bouquet sideways, which would have looked really stupid, and was fuming when I didn't do it her way. I'm surprised she's not in every photo we have. And to top it off, she tried to make my mother pay for pictures she didn't order and hung up on her. That's some great professionalism!
So we are hoping to crop all those bad memories and get some shots that are mantle worthy. Dan was incredibly kind after hearing about our situation, and even offered to shoot some pics of me in my wedding dress if I felt like it. Too sweet! I guess if I feel like cheating on my food or fitness plan, I'll just pull out that penguin pic...that's some motivation!
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