Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
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Sunday, September 26, 2004
~ Looking at the Leaf ~
Tony's folks are in town, and we spent a good deal of Friday and Saturday bringing them up to speed on the wedding preparations, and figuring out new stuff like wedding photographers and catering issues.
(I'm actually just about to keel off and sleep till dawn, but I really just felt like I needed to put in an update before I zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......)
The reception, for the uninitiated, will be held at the Wesley Centre, which is really a church building of one of the Uniting churches in Australia. We rented the hall for $26 an hour, and to our delight on our return visit this weekend, found that they have not one, but TWO kitchens and the second one is very, very well stocked with crockery and cutlery enough for a wedding party for 100!
Here's where I wag my hands on either side of my face and crow, "We got a good deal... we got a good deal..." and then do the chicken walk. To nobody in particular. Just spur of the moment, man. Totally inspired.
To cut a rather long and tedious story short, we've decided to explore the repertoire of the spit roast caterers and apply for the Wedding Package, replete with hor d'oeuvres, the spit roast, roasted potatoes and a variety of salads. We'll get some people to help out with the provision of punch and other drinks, and are still exploring the option of a hired tea and coffee station.
The wedding cake will be a CHOCOLATE MUD CAKE, and will be made out of love and good works by Liz Kirkpatrick, because she's heaven with chocolate and that's her wedding gift to us from the family. Aaaawwww...
The people at the Wesley Centre (who hire out their hall more as a service to the community than a profit-making device, really) are a really nice bunch of people. We met with John and his wife Brenda and they really went out of their way to answer our questions and serve us in any way they could.
Which brings me to the point of this blog: the only advice that Brenda gave which turned out to be fantastic advice, pertained to the hiring of a photographer. She said that her daughter had a wedding where
(I'm actually just about to keel off and sleep till dawn, but I really just felt like I needed to put in an update before I zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......)
The reception, for the uninitiated, will be held at the Wesley Centre, which is really a church building of one of the Uniting churches in Australia. We rented the hall for $26 an hour, and to our delight on our return visit this weekend, found that they have not one, but TWO kitchens and the second one is very, very well stocked with crockery and cutlery enough for a wedding party for 100!
Here's where I wag my hands on either side of my face and crow, "We got a good deal... we got a good deal..." and then do the chicken walk. To nobody in particular. Just spur of the moment, man. Totally inspired.
To cut a rather long and tedious story short, we've decided to explore the repertoire of the spit roast caterers and apply for the Wedding Package, replete with hor d'oeuvres, the spit roast, roasted potatoes and a variety of salads. We'll get some people to help out with the provision of punch and other drinks, and are still exploring the option of a hired tea and coffee station.
The wedding cake will be a CHOCOLATE MUD CAKE, and will be made out of love and good works by Liz Kirkpatrick, because she's heaven with chocolate and that's her wedding gift to us from the family. Aaaawwww...
The people at the Wesley Centre (who hire out their hall more as a service to the community than a profit-making device, really) are a really nice bunch of people. We met with John and his wife Brenda and they really went out of their way to answer our questions and serve us in any way they could.
Which brings me to the point of this blog: the only advice that Brenda gave which turned out to be fantastic advice, pertained to the hiring of a photographer. She said that her daughter had a wedding where
- she wasn't allowed to keep the negatives of the photographs after the wedding
- the photographer made the bridal party do really staged shots for the whole day, which included looking gooey-eyed at a leaf on a tree, with the hand poised just so...
That frankly made all of our hair stand - and neither Tony nor I could envision the other looking faraway at a nebulous leaf somewhere with a straight face.
So.
After calling a few places that were recommended to us, we dedicated the whole of today to sussing out the photographers. I have to say that wedding photography in Canberra is vastly different from photography in Singapore because most shots are taken outside. Virtually none of them are taken in a studio.
Because of that, it has become increasingly important to both Tony and I to look for a photographer that has a good eye for colours, is quick enough to capture the moment because we want a lot of spontaneity in our shots, has a good sense of humour in his work, and is not intrusive. No prissy little photographer going, "No, no, NO... that won't do! Both of you have to drink each other in. Come on people... make love to the camera! Make lurve to the cameraaaaaa..." No hair arranging midway while I'm hugging my mother, no demands for Tony and I to run across Parliament House, swing around a flagpole and then for him to sweep me up in his beeg, strong arms while my veil flails delicately behind me in the wind, absolutely no overt neck-nuzzling and manifestation of boxer shorts of best man... and no leaf staring.
At present, we think Stephen from Creative Images will do the trick, but we're still researching.
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