When Claire emailed me with her Any other Photo, she sent in two. Mt heart broke. We had, the day before, decided to crack down on Any Other Photos and only allow one per post – having two sort of defeats the point. Claire then asked me to choose. What?!?! I immediately emailed Team AOW to demand that they choose, (when in doubt, delegate) because both photos and descriptions were so darn perfect. They couldn’t. Sarah then had the brilliant idea of posting one on the blog, and one on in our Any Other Photo – The Bonus Images on Facebook…thereby sticking to our principles, but not denying you lovely lot the chance to see both (incredible) pictures.
Claire’s photo (taken by the hugely talented Alex Dimopolous of My Love Story) is a triumph. I love the sense of place, the pride in walking through Shepherd’s Bush, and that these Londoners aren’t even gawking…and that that’s the most London part of all. I love the lesson in remembering the bits that matter, and the bits that don’t. On a slightly more superficial note, I am also excited about Claire’s green shoes.
Happy Friday readers. Over to you, Claire:
This photo is me and my new husband walking through Shepherd’s Bush, the slightly dog-eared part of London we call home. I love this picture because it reminds me of what our wedding was about – non-traditional, with no fancy pretension - just me and Rory walking hand in hand to our reception, in our ‘manor’.
During wedding planning, it’s so easy to become fixated on the details and on what people will think of you and your wedding (seriously folks, if people actually care that you went for paper napkins over cloth ones then why are you inviting them to your wedding?!!) but on the day nothing else mattered, we could have got married (as Rory often joked before the event) with me wearing a binbag and us going for fish and chips afterwards and I would have been just as happy.
I love the incongruous marriage of us in our finery and the rest of London getting on with their Saturday around us. You can see the GLEE on my face (and it was pure GLEE the whole day) and the (ever) calm contentment on Rory’s as we walk, AND we got one of the only sunny days in June. It was a SIGN I tell you.
Readers. Here’s Claire’s (wonderful, tear-jerking) description of her second photo. If you want to see it, head over to our Facebook page!
The second photo is of me and my dad. My dad is a man of very few words, it’s not entirely his fault – he has lived with my (adorable) mother for the last 40 years and hasn’t been able to get a word in, so in the name of peace and harmony, it’s probably for the best.
Anyway, talking in public, much less about his hopes and dreams for his daughter and…gasp….his FEELINGS, is not something he does. EVER. This photo was taken just after he finished his speech, a heartfelt recital of love and pride that had his audience dabbing at their eyes and me, as you can see, all choked up.
It was a nervous speech, read straight from a sheet of white A4, not the most articulate or witty or clever but the fact he was there, doing that for me, was astonishing really and the best wedding present he could have got me. This photo reminds me that sometimes people can surprise you and also reminds me that Rory and I are really, really loved and we are SO, so lucky for that reason.