In safe hands

Nothing like being in the hands of a proud daddy, as this proud papa was, isn't she just the sweetest, I love the fact that she had her tiny hand around her father's thumb, ad-or-able or what?!

The little things in life make the biggest impact

I had the pleasure of photographing a gorgeous little two week old baby girl, she was soooo good to me, sleeping literally from the moment she arrived to the moment she left. Little Miss F had the most stunning head of tinted red hair (taking after her mother (who I also photographed a month ago for her maternity photos)).

I have to say baby photography is not an easy job by any means, but the rewards are definitely rewarding! The feedback I get from parents after they have seen the photographs are so heartfelt and definitely a lovely feeling to know what they think, even summarising that most parents actually shed a tear or two when viewing the photographs, tears of joy (I hope!) but seriously its such a confirmation of the hard work and total committment to what you love to do, every photo is worth something personal to me, that I take a view to making sure that my clients get the utmost from their photographer and their experience.

This was my personal favourite photo from the session of Ms F.

Closer

Aren't these two ad-or-able or what. Twins wow, I have much respect and also envy for parents who have twins, hard work, yep, double-trouble, probably, but most of all double-love, oh you betcha. And having a bond being a twin must be undescribable. When I was a little girl I shared a class with no less that 3 sets of twins, two sets of twins identical, and one non-identical. They were each so different in their personalities, to think that they were born a couple of minutes apart it was always something I couldn't wrap my head around at that age, but they shared something that most siblings didn't, I used to think that they knew instintively what the other one was going to say or do, telepathy, or just the fact that they spent waaaay to much time together?! For me especially as an only child it was doubly envious not to know how it felt to have siblings let alone my own twin. My mum always used to joke that I come from a lineage of twins in the family (on her side that is) and said that it skips a generation, and so far none of the family have had twins...yet - I wonder if she's trying to imply something ;P

A life less ordinary

Getting married...oh my, the memories of trying to organise mine - I loved every single minute of it, I am fiercely independent, I wanted in on everything, no one is gonna lay a finger on my mark for our day, so I went hell for leather on what I wanted for my day. I actually made my own invitations, order of service, CD's for favours, and I loved arranging the tables; in that I sourced gorgeous candle holders from Laura Ashley, shipped over the most awesome miniature pewter chairs from America for the namecards, decided against table top flowers that florist seemed to over-charge me as soon as I mentioned the 'W' word [weddings] so bought gorgeous single stemmed flowers from our local M&S in their contemporary slimline vases. Simple, understated, but utterly gorgeous I hasten to add. All the table items were literally stripped from the tables at the end of the evening by overly anxious guests who raved about them and wanted them for keepsakes, how could I say no, they had to have a home at the end of the day and well it makes me smile when I visit family and friends to see them displayed in their homes (especially the pewter chairs!).

This was from a previous wedding; they had themes from their favourite films on their tables; Amelie, Casablanca, etc.

Another distinctive memory I have is that my white rose bouquet, wrapped in gorgeous vivid green banana leaves was actually done for free by the most awesome assistant at the bridal shop that I purchased my gorgeous dress from, it was a noble gesture, very kindly offered, which I duly accepted, and she did herself proud making the most gorgeous bouquet.

The last bride's bouquet had the most gorgeous blue-purple hues on the roses, so perfect with her colour schemes. I love seeing the flowers for weddings, they range from the most simple to the utterly gob-smackingly awesome.

My wedding photographer was Robert Lawler from Acton in London - his distinctive eye captured the day perfectly, and I regularly look at my photographs and sigh over the day. What is remarkable about my photographer was that he used a film format camera, (as well as digital), how he managed to change rolls of films throughout the day I'll never know, but the wonderful film look of his work is what adds to the photo.

Above all the emotions of the day is something that you never forget, heartfelt joys and tearful moments of happiness and the constant high throughout, the day almost goes in a blissful blur, my personal joys in my mind I won't ever forget, they are that, personal, trivial maybe for some, but a constant reminder of what it meant to me on the day and will be remembered by me forever.

And as you know I have to post another photo, here was a recent shot during a wedding speech that made this family member a little bit teary-eyed.

Bump to Baby

Ah, the joys of motherhood, pregnancy, the whole nine yards (or months or whatever you like to call it) sleepless nights, worry, joy, tiredness, there is always a balance with the positives and negatives of having children, but the good always outweigh the not so good.

There is no way to describe what it is like to have a child - you nod in agreement when you hear other people's stories, but truly no child are alike, every experience for every parent is different.

Embrace every moment, they are truly memorable.

Summer is over...bring out the brolly's

The season's are a'changin', I can't believe how cold it's been, literally the winter wardrobe has come into force and I'm literally snuggled up in my cardi - I love my cosy cardi's, believe me they are a saviour on wintry evenings.

Anyway's...I do love the autumnal colours, the gorgeous burnt hues on the leaves from the tress that settle on the ground and make a new foundation amongst the pathways. The wind that bellow's around the nape of your neck that you pull your collar and scarf around your neck to fend off the draught. That the thoughts of home and turning on that log fire makes you feel warm and fuzzy, ok I'm going overboard here, but you get the picture and doesn't it look good?!

Mad about the boy...

...yes as in I'm somewhat annoyed about my son sometimes...why you ask, well for a four year old he thinks he knows it all; he knows better, does better and you have no idea what you are saying or doing, he is infinitely more better than you, period. Oh how you might laugh, but its oh so serious believe me.

Look at that face...say's it all really...

Oh how I love him so - yes, really I do, and that is something that me and the boy definitely agree on!

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