At long last, I will fill you in on my little sister‘s fabled wedding, gathering photos from thither and yon.
The setting: Jackson Square in New Orleans’ famous French Quarter.
The bridesmaids: Me and three upstanding young ladies, all clad in Trashy Diva dresses and bearing Flora Savage bouquets of tiger lilies, orange spray roses, ivory mini roses, mini hydrangeas, freesia, ivory and yellow snapdragons… plus corsages.
At this point, I was still unaware the Real Wedding was starting; someone told us that we were just running through the blocking “for pictures.” Consequently, the best man and I had a good ol’ chat as we shuffle-stepped our way down the ‘aisle.’
The entrance of the bride and her/our father clued me in:
Please note that my big sister (who may prefer to remain nameless?) used to be a stylist, and she styled both the bride’s hair and my own. Are you impressed? I sure was. We also had our makeup done by Nolatideaux; this was the first time I’ve had my hair professionally styled for an event AND my first professional makeup experience.
Dad prepares to give Rachel away:
Note that nearly all the wedding guests were absent from their seats and taking pictures behind the wedding photographer whose head is seen in the foreground. This added weight to the fib that we were just running through the motions “for pictures.”
Everyone’s favorite maid of honor completely failing to bustle the bride’s train as the grandparents climb into a carriage and a brass band patiently waits…
…to start the second line, one of the most outrageously joyful times of my life.
One day you’re a mild-mannered bank teller, and the next you’re dancing through the French Quarter as endless tourists cheer you on and take pictures. Know who passed our parade? Nicholas Cage. I didn’t even notice him, I was so busy bobbin’ along.
The bride and groom’s first dance, unless of course you count all that second lining. Note that Groomsman Frank is taking a picture on the left side of this picture, while Mr. Jaunty is doing likewise on the bottom right…
…resulting in THIS picture:
I amuse easily.
After a faaaaabulous luncheon (featuring my first petit fours!) and dancing (I STILL haven’t learned to dance), we were all ready for the Sweet Life wedding cake; orange velvet with cream cheese frosting between the layers, all covered in vanilla buttercream. Glorious. Mr. Jaunty loved it, and he doesn’t even like cake. Cake topper by Sheena Muñiz— the little bride and groom are accurately attired, down to the tiger lilies!
The newlyweds perform some obligatory cake smashing…
… and everyone is very happy for them.
A good time was had by all.
If your appetite for wedding photos knows no bounds, check out Sharper Photography’s “Rachel and Adam” album.