I am proud to say that Matt and I pulled off our engagement shoot with nary a hitch in sight!
Good thing ya’ll couldn’t see my face as I typed that, because you would have known I was a LIAR. Actually, there were many hitches that day, but it’s okay, because it turned our day of pictures into a very memorable adventure.
The morning did not start smoothly. I was frazzled because a.) I still could not decide on a second outfit choice (a costume change was needed, we were going to be taking pictures in the 90 degree heat!), and b.) Matt told me the night before he knew what he was going to wear, and then informed me in the morning that those clothes were actually at his parent’s house. However, it was a sunny day and I was feeling spectacular, so despite our late start, we were both extremely excited for our photo shoot.
|Practicing my poses the night before.|
We first stopped at my hair stylist’s house. There was a slight bit of drama when we arrived, and I won’t go into too much detail about it, but I will say there was a brief period of time when we did not think we would make it to our engagement shoot. Everything turned out okay, and Noah did a fabulous job on my hair, like always. It is just so tragic he can’t style my hair the day of my wedding…but since he can’t, he fixed my hair fo free! Thank you, Noah!
At this point, we were almost a half hour late to meet with our photographer. We weren’t worried though, because it wasn’t like we had a strict time limit at the Gardens! Or, so we thought. The first half of our pictures we planned to shoot at the Museum of the Shenandoah Valley. There is a beautiful, elaborately planned garden on the grounds there, and I knew it would be the perfect spot to take some lovely photos. When we arrived, we hurried up to the entrance, and gave the volunteer manning the visitors booth our money (we had to pay $100 freakin dollars to take pictures, despite the fact that they were open to the public that day). As we began to walk away, she said something to the effect of “I’m going to start the clock now.” I was thoroughly confused by this, because when we made the reservation they didn’t say anything about a time limit, but at the moment I still felt out of sorts from all the events from earlier that morning, so I didn’t really process what she meant.
So, we meandered around the garden until a little over an hour later, another volunteer approached us and said, “Pack it up! You guys gotta go! You’re already twenty minutes over your time limit!” He then proceeded to stand and watch us until we packed up our things, and then he literally escorted us to the entrance to make sure we left. As we passed the other volunteer at her post, she frowned, tapped her watch, and said, “You’re over your limit!” Matt calmly and politely informed her that we were unaware of a time limit. She scowled and said, “Well, there’s a limit. You get one hour for $100. I’m going to let it slide this time.” Of course, Matt then told her there would not be a next time. I could tell he wanted to say more, but didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the photographers.
I cannot express in words how awful they made us feel. First of all, we called ahead and paid a considerable amount of money to be there. Second, there was no one else in the gardens that day, so we definitely weren’t disturbing anyone. To top it all off, they were barely civil when they spoke to us–they basically treated us as some unruly teenagers who somehow snuck in and were causing a ruckus. Luckily, Matt is my knight in shining armor; he called the museum the next day and voiced our displeasure with the special events coordinator–we’re getting all of our money back, plus several free passes (however, we still don’t plan on returning there any time soon).
We were a little disappointed to leave the gardens earlier than planned, but we were excited about our next stop on the tour, Brewbakers Restaurant and the Winchester downtown walking mall.
Matt and I were especially excited to take pictures at Brew’s. For part of my time spent in Winchester, Brewbakers was my home away from home, and everyone there was family. I started working there part time as a server, so I could save up some extra money, and ended up loving it more than my current full time job (of course, that wasn’t a hard thing to accomplish). And if I wasn’t working, then I was there anyway, having drinks with friends, dancing the night away, or nomming on a veggie quesadilla. However, the biggest reason this place is so special to us, is because it is the place where I met Matt. Awwwww!
|Taking a break with our turtleritas…photo shoots are hard work!|
Overall, the day was counted a success. We are anxiously awaiting our pictures, and we cannot wait to see how they turned out! Our favorite pose was, obviously, the power pose. This was when we turned and looked at the camera all like “I drive a porsche and I have a summer home in France. No big.”
I’m also pleased to say that we’ve got a save the date picked out, we just need some pictures to go with it. You know the rules–you don’t get to see it until everyone gets to see it.
Lots of love, until next time!