Confessions of a Wedding Photographer

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Once upon a time in a land far far away (well not too far) a wedding photographer was deep in preparation for the days wedding.  He had prepared everything in advance the evening before, the batteries were charged the spare camera ready and the tripods packed.  Everything was in the car and the satellite navigation was set.  But something seemed wrong, he had that nagging feeling in the back of his mind.  The one that says you've forgotten something, he checked and rechecked the equipment and then decided whatever it was couldn't be that important.  As long as the cameras, flash guns and memory cards were all there anything else could be done without ....

So after a reasonably short drive the wedding photographer arrives at the brides house in plenty of time to capture the bride at home getting ready.  The sky had turned a little darker and it was starting to look like rain may be a possibility.  The photographer automatically started to check out the garden for a clean and dry area for the bride to stand for some outside shots.  It was at this stage he noticed his choice of footwear and a feeling of horror set in.  Instead of the highly polished black brogues (polished the evening before) on the end of his feet were a pair of blue fluffy house slippers.

To the photographer he felt like he had bright red flashing neon lights on his feet but Incredibly everyone at the house was so caught up in their own preparations no-one noticed.  The shoot went well and he managed to leave early gaining a vital 20 minutes before he was due to meet the groomsmen.  What followed was a mad dash to the nearest shoe shop and the quickest purchase of shoes known to man kind.

All in all disaster avoided, but a word of warning, breaking in new shoes at a wedding is best avoided.