You have to have your wits about you at a wedding, as a photographer or not. Unexpected things can happen. I have seen wedding cakes topple over with catering rushing about to set it right. A big spatula suddenly appears to smooth over any evidence. I have also seen rambunctious children (such as the ring bearer or flower girl) fall into fountains and pools. A search for the wedding ring can bring panic. Wet flowers are worse. Sometimes at the same wedding, one thing happens after another. Any mishap to the bridal gown is a disaster or if the groom is late (or doesn’t show) we hold our collective breaths. It is a time of nerves and emotions with everyone on edge until at least the ceremony is over. Then we all make a big sigh of relief and can have some fun at the reception. Fortunately, the champagne flows generously on these days.
At a recent wedding, I was minding my own business taking photos when I heard a screen. One of the bridesmaids was in a state of near hysteria. She was about to enter a group shot that I was composing when she bumped into a buffet table and got something sticky on her dress—right in front plain as day. I was happy to be of service. We were outside in the lovely garden set up for the reception. I had come in through the kitchen of the bride’s home so I knew the plan of the house. I rushed her over to the pull down kitchen faucet – it looked like this one – and place the lower part of the fabric under a steady stream of cold. She gave me one of those “I am so grateful looks.” I had made a friend for life that day.
The spot hadn’t yet formed into a permanent stain so luck was with us. A gentle rub was all it took and a little rinse. The faucet was perfect as it was easily moved downward, not like the solid immobile ones in the old days. I would have had to raise the dress—awkward! In just a few minutes, the entire problem was solved and we were back to taking wedding party photos. They were as good as ever. You couldn’t tell from the camera lens that the dress was a tad damp because she had smoothed it after the rinse.
This was one of the more memorable weddings for me and with luck on our side, it turned out to be lovely and successful. Some of my best photos documented the event, minus the bridesmaid’s stumble. I don’t think the bride or groom had an inkling of the near crisis. I have seen brides or their mother’s make mountains out of mole hills at weddings. The word Bridezilla was coined at such an event. Of course, everyone wants their big day to be perfect; and for the most part it is. No one notices a little problem here and there.