Picture this (grave robbery)
Ok so the wedding is now about five months away and in keeping with my alpha female, Bridezilla personality I've had the photographer (Mark) booked for the last couple of months. Mark includes an engagement shoot (very Hello) in the wedding package so this weekend we decided to take him up on the offer.
In typical Hazell family style we were all sprawled out on the lawn sleeping off lunch or recuperating (food poisoning on Friday - not the best), when we heard his car pull up. I managed to struggle out of the deck chair, while Bill sniggered at the indentations from the cushion on one side of my face. Let the photoshoot commence!
We started off inside the house with a variety of poses as directed by Mark; Bill sitting on a comfy chair, me perched seductively on the arm; Bill leaning on the banisters me perched on a step; me lying on the sofa, Bill lovingly standing by my side. Mark however was not feeling the love. Bill looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights while I had a permanent richter like grin stuck to my face. It was deemed time to take the shoot to the church.
Lying by the graves propped up by Bill's knee I had a bit of tantrum when I realised one leg was in a clump of nettles (modelling is like SO tough), but like the trooper that I am I soldiered on. In Mark's desperation to get a half-decent photo he turned to grave robbery. I kid you not. He took some carnations from a bunch of flowers left on a grave and gave it to me as a pretend 'bouquet'. At this point I had a fit of the giggles and I think Mark my have got the photo he wanted, but maybe not the kind of one Bill and I did. What will he resort to on the wedding day?!
Flag it: