To the people who’ve done nothing but complain about Royal Wedding coverage, well, you might want to just stop reading right here…. ’cause it’s gonna get all monarch-y up in this here house!!! (whoa…where did THAT come from? Sleep deprivation people…TOTALLY sleep deprivation.)
Sooo….Friday morning I woke up WAYYYY earlier (like, 3:30 early) so I could get ready for work and prep for my students to come over to watch the Royal Wedding. At my day job, I oversee a group of college students who help us with all sorts of jobs, from writing to editing. I like to treat these kiddos at the end of each semester with a dinner out but this year, since we spent so many weeks discussing the (ahem) “Wedding of the Century” we thought, why not make it a breakfast date to a wedding? (and funny enough, an old colleague of mine at the newspaper caught wind of our party-planning and wrote about us — kinda cute :) )
We started the morning off watching the guests arrive while drinking some Earl Grey and eating scones and homemade clotted cream made by my awesome graduate assistant, Samantha (who studied in London a few years ago and is as much—even more—an Anglophile as I am)
Did I take pictures of the wedding as it played out on my TV? OH YES I DID. I get it—it’s silly. But everything about this morning was kind of silly. Which is what made it so so much fun. What wasn’t silly? This wedding. It was GORGEOUS. That dress? OHMYGOSHHOWPRETTYWASTHATDRESS??? We all squealed when she got out of the car!
I love these two shots—first Kate (oops—Catherine) walking in with her father (when I shoot weddings, I always love this moment most—watching the dad give his daughter away) and then exiting with her new husband, Prince William!!! Watching this event live, with other people to oohhh and awww about it all with me, totally made it worth losing some sleep! We put one of my other students, Chanel (she’s standing next to me in this next shot), on party planning duty. She came prepared–haha ….here we are with our very own “tiaras”. Hey, we ladies can dream right? Chanel’s boyfriend is a graphic designer so she had him DIY us some masks to pull out for this obligatory shot — I just wish “Hot Harry” (as we dubbed him ;) ) had joined us! This shot cracks me up — that’s Kenzie on the left and Samantha on the right — they wanted to do their best impression of the Royal Couple, right down to the hand-holding. Chanel tried her hardest to find UK-inspired plates and cups for us, but here in the states, we had no luck finding Union Jacks. So we opted for something that was…well, as close as we could get to appropriate for the occasion. And then we toasted the newlyweds with mimosas! With all these crowns floating around, it was only a matter of time before we tried to knight Daisy. That last shot of her is so hilarious to me because as soon as I saw it, all I could think about is that first time Prince John wears the crown in Disney’s Robin Hood (I have that movie memorized, I think…one of few cartoons we had growing up that we actually owned on VHS!) Me and Samantha—man, I am gonna miss this girl! When I hire my graduate students, they work with me for two years — that’s two years of training and mentoring and, as is often the case, friendship. Samantha has been such an 8-to-5 blessing to me since she hired on and I am going to hate saying goodbye to her—but I know she’s going to take the public relations field by storm (and then come let me visit her when she gets hired by an international p.r. firm :) )
Finally, not that my two cents are worth all that much, but for all the naysayers who poo-pooed this wedding (many in my Twitter feed who were wedding photographers, which I found somewhat ironic), well, I’m sorry you had to bring out the haterade. Because, for a lot of us, this was just a time to wish a happy, beautiful couple well — a couple I believe, this time, are the real deal. It’s funny…you could talk to most people over 40 and ask them, “Where were you when Charles and Diana got married?” and they’ll remember the pageantry of the occasion.
It’s been a long time since one of those watershed moments has happened for my generation that DIDN’T involve something negative — a 9/11 or a natural disaster or another war on the way. And so, some day, along with telling my kiddos about the night I watched America elect its first black president with goosebumps on my arms, I’ll tell them about the time in my 20s I watched a fairytale play out in front of me too — ’cause this is definitely a morning I’ll remember for years to come. Besides, what’s not to love about love, right? Right.