I'm a wedding and portrait photographer living in Vancouver, BC with my husband Randy. I photographed my first wedding when I was only 17 years old - and I've photographed over 200 weddings since! I am an avid bookworm, lover of green tea, pretty nail polish & my Labradoodle Harley. Thanks for visiting!
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Our Love Story
i don’t understanding this whole royal wedding kafuffle. i don’t know william and kate. do you? oh, you mean you don’t? well, then, why do you all caaaaare so much?! ;) we are simply trying to have a lovely trip to london, which we booked before william & kate announced their engagement and picked their wedding date: and they are raining on our parade. i’m half-kidding but i have no idea what to expect. we were sitting in the club lounge of our hotel watching BBC when they showed a clip from princess diana’s wedding. those were some crowded streets. i’m going to lose my mother and father in those streets. i’m scared. we’ll see what friday is like.
i had grand ideas of bringing only a backpack for this trip [hey, i managed to do it for guatemala!] but i have too much stuff. i packed a suitcase instead. and a small backpack. as we were loading our junk into the car, i called out from the top of the stairs, hey! i need help with this suitcase. i can’t lift this thing down the stairs. my mom slowly walks out of her bedroom and stares me in the face, JAMIE. are. you. kidding. me? that is going to be a big prob—i put my hands up, to interrupt: ohhh, hahahah, right right. i’m traveling alone for the last week, right?! — um. yes, she stares at me like i have three eyes. — yeah, never mind. forget i said it. i got this covered! totally covered. not a worry. pshhh! ;) — deep breaths. i stumbled awkwardly down the flight of stairs to the car. success.
a nine-hour red-eye direct flight from vancouver to london later, we arrived. i had been in the same clothes for over twenty-four hours. my breath could have killed a small creature… but praise report! my fingers returned back to their normal size an hour after the flight. it was a little touch & go there for a while, my ring was cutting off my circulation. and those were some ugly fingers. by the time we got to our hotel, changed our clothes and left for the city, it was dinnertime in london’s mind. but we still felt like it was early morning in ours. weird time zones.
we tubed into piccadilly circus, had pret a manger for dinner [i like that place a lot] and spent two hours wandering around. the fashion in london is blowing my mind. i swear every indie trend starts here and makes its way over to north america. cropped skinny pants, oxford shoes, big glasses. then they all open their mouths and effortlessly sophisticated accents spill out. pretty perfect. make me british, asap.
ps. i saw some ladies from the red-hat club wandering around tonight… with huge american flags stuck in their hats. really, america, really?! i love you… but you’re in england. don’t wear your own flag. being in london and walking past americans makes me feel pretty patriotic… can i say that without my american readers hating me? ;) it’s true. i love being a canadian. i’m proud of us. i’m proud of the bond we have with england and australia. FAMILY. it’s fun. long live the queen. ;)