I have been saving this engagement for so many months, it is ridiculous. I am building my photography portfolio/website/blog and wanted this to be the first thing I blogged about but really…I am so lazy and this was so cool that I couldn’t wait any longer. PLUS Avani totally fits the category of the Unreal Bride so this makes complete sense
While waiting to build my online portfolio (or for it to build it self!) I also knew I wanted to submit this to one blog-Rock N’ Roll Bride.This is the one blog which when we started the Unreal Bride was our first stop every morning . Seriously. I used to wonder if it was ever possible to be featured on that blog. But guess what, anything is possible! To be honest, I was scared I would send Kat the submission and she would be like ‘NO!!!’ .I mean from whatever I have seen/read about her-its always good stuff but you know how you think everything will go wrong with you and how people will hate you-well that is what I thought!So I was scared. Stupidly so!! because Kat is as cool as her pink hair!
I may seem like I am playing it all cool and all that but I am SO not. I am bouncing off the walls-this is a huge honour to have my photos up on the Rock N’ Roll Bride and I am so glad that it’s these two who have been featured on it.You know those connections I keep going on about ? Well Avani is one of those connections so she is extra special ❤. I would call them the Poet and the Artist if I could and not the Barber and the Architect.
For the time being, I will just call them Avani and Yashwin.
I hand you over to Avani now-the poet;
So Yach and i have been together for over six and a half years now.
Both Cancerians. Both demented. (uhmm….who is she calling demented?! I only see two hotties!)
. . . and there we were, on our way to the cinema, driving to catch Tangled on Christmas day,
and he turns to me and goes “Let’s get married!” and I’m like “Yeah, Why the hell not”. Just like that.
We chose June 1st cause that’s the day my parents got married 25 years ago. It seemed right, you know.
What followed were a blurry five months. All for a massive party- to celebrate my parents silver anniversary and a coming-out-to-the-world-of-sorts for Y and I.
Retracing the steps to that glorious day-
I was on a happy high. Literally feeling like a pumpkin,
swirling merrily to jazz, making mental notes, riding on perpetual elation.
As I paraded around the studio
in my funny patchwork garb,
Yach called me a magician, see the love in that statement?
Two odd elves getting each other’s oddities and such.
I fell in lust the minute I saw them.
Cause I don’t usually wear anything but Mary janes or flipflops not because I don’t like sexy shoes but because I fall, a LOT.(She lies not, I have photographic evidence of when she tripped a *few* times but I know how she feels(since I fall a lot too!) so let’s not go there!
I wanted to build a glass showcase for my molten gold bling heels
cause they are a piece of art, that should be periodically ogled at and maybe worshiped.
My hair’s short so I decided to wax it some and pretty it by adding these two lovely brooches my mum- in -law sent me.
The barber in me was beaming.
I was going to wear my mother’s earrings, old school prettiness.
and bangles cause I love bangles, obsessively.
Shrek cake? or the cake that looked like Mad Hatter’s hat?
We went with the hat- wild purple and sugarpaste and pink scallops and fondant.
I wanted them stripes, polkas, squiggly candy frostings in orange and fuschia
totally reflecting the strange in us.
So, sadly there was nothing that was passed on for generations in Y’s family, something that was charmingly reeking of age- old tradition cause I am a sentimental fool like that.
I wanted something that was very me. Not a huge baubles person but this was special.
So we chose a funny little solitaire wrapped around a vine like engraving, holding the diamond like the mouth of a tulip.
and Y chose a simple band with three diamonds carved and held flat and he got both the rings set in rose gold.
And we saw them, the symbolic bands,
they burned it in copper,
they etched it in gold,
our names ~ our lives ~ our love.
Flying furniture, boomerang thoughts, bubbling baubles and ever increasing good kind of anxiety as the day loomed closer.
We got temple engaged two days before the big party.
Rose petals and wire circlets.
Sacred rites through a gold door.
The day he put a ring on it:
I saw only the blue in the sky that day
only the bright, only the serene,
held my dreams to my chest, dearly,
held my love in quiet possession.
Blessed and blissed out.
The gold fish scaled shoes killed it, for real, like they killed my feet.
The hem of my skirt was all wildflowers as i danced in delirium.
O,f strangers and kindness
of fairy lights and carriage dreams,
of a blinding, all consuming sort of love.
~ the stars sometimes align and the moon sings ~
And having Kismet there was just beyond awesome.
She captured the day just exactly as it was.
The frantic frills and getting ready and the road to the party place. All of it.
All the randomness, all the gorgeous candids and all the details, the tiniest ones didn’t escape her.
All my beloved, humans and cat babies.
Thank you love for giving us the most beautiful of all gifts – lasting picture memories❤
The song that played on repeat the whole time we were at the house . I never remember the name but I will never forget the tune.