Archive for the ‘FAQ’ Category
21 Jan 2013
By the time that 25 words have danced across my first, blank page, my heart rate has noticeably calmed, my sweaty fingers have dried out as they clutch my pen and my face has managed to arrange itself into a pleasant smile for the ushers, the guests and the groom that I gradually introduce myself to. I am not the crazy lady who woke up panicking about missing this wedding; I am the one who will document every last detail about it, because that really is where my comfort zone is.
22 Jun 2012
You've heard about The Wedding Reporter. You like the idea of having your very own published love story. You're enamoured by the prospect of having a literary legacy. But you can't quite envisage the whole process and what it'll actually be like, on the wedding day, to have The Wedding Reporter actually attend your wedding.
26 Mar 2012
This is the long version of the story that I tell people when they ask me, "So what did you used to do before you became The Wedding Reporter?"
16 Mar 2012
It's ok, I get it. You hear the word 'report' and even though it has the softening prefix of 'wedding', your blood runs a little cold and a tiny shudder shakes your bones.
02 Mar 2012
as we trawled the city looking for the best spots to photograph the beautifully rebranded and brilliantly designed new wedding report books, our finest moment made itself apparent in many ways. From the convenient monochromatic colour scheme of a Tudor guild hall to the central positioning of a sundial amidst manicured gardens, the little books that I had written and Leah Spicer had designed took centre stage in front of Ali Lovegrove's camera.
03 Feb 2012
Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard as her forehead crumpled into a frown. It didn't sound right. The delete key bobbed backwards, swallowing up the precisely typed letters. The cursor flashed patiently, waiting for a better idea to come along. "Without meaning to sound completely stupid," she wrote. "What do you usually do about eating? Do we have to feed you or do you sort yourself out? Please let us know so we can sort out the catering!" It sounded equally as daft as the previous attempts, so she quickly signed off the email and pressed send before the cursor blinked anymore judgementally at her.