On a few rare occasions, I have been offered a microphone for formal portraits. But the offer-er soon discovered that I didn’t need one. Yep, I’m the same girl who didn’t make a perfect score in theater class because I refused to project my voice. Now, I’m the girl who doesn’t need a microphone.
Well, I got in trouble at St Patrick’s because you have to whisper inside the church. I hope that you can imagine me reading this portion back to myself after I type it and saying it softly, because I did. Twice.
So for the first time ever, I arranged formal portraits using my mime techniques. Which, by the way, do not exist.
Check out these utterly lovely families. They all get pink puffy hearts from us!
Three generations of Jerry Smiths. Love.
My perfectly sassy, completely fun-loving wedding party. BAM!
It’s not often that you get to have the following conversation.
me: “so, see that sign over there? Do you think you guys can pick it up and carry it down the street while looking sneaky?”
groomsmen: “so we are sneakingly carrying THAT sign across the street?”
me: [sheepishly] “yeah…”
bridesmaids: “OK!!”
groomsmen: “YEAH!”
Breathtaking, huh?