Welcome to our 6th Annual public display of embarrassment. I wish I could sit here and tell you all about how I’ve learned from past blogs and what faces I shouldn’t make. It’s safe to say, I am stuck in my ways, and by that I mean the same Old Navy wardrobe I’ve had the last 6 years. My thinking face still looks lost, my chins still be doubling, and Jana still needs 15 cups of coffee and a bagel before we can even think about walking into a bridal suite.
2025 will be the first year in 13 years I won’t be shooting a wedding. Do you realize how much cake that is? I’m one wedding cake away from being a judge on the Great American Baking Show. But in all seriousness, it’s been fun and I’ve loved meeting and connecting with so many new people. With that, I present the last “Behind the Scenes” blog for a little while. Don’t be sad though. You can see all these faces and commentary in real time. All you have to do is come hang out with me. And this time you can hang with me…for free.

Let’s begin.

I can barely see Jan. She’s blending so well.

Fun fact: I almost passed out in these pictures. Why? Still not sure. Moving on.

Ah. Push it. Push it real good.

Everyone here is questioning my ability and quite frankly, so am I.

No, Janet you cannot splurge on the quiche.

This is the image of three women coming together with nothing but a list and a dream. And that dream is to get through family formals without a family fight erupting.

I look as though I’ve never seen a veil before. I also need to work on my posture. Noted.

“Hey Lyndsey! We need someone to open the barn doors for the bride and her dad when it’s time to walk down. Do you know of anyone who looks warm and welcoming?”
Why yes. Yes I do.

Relax, I just wanna take some pictures.

Janice, you stealthy little raccoon.

I swear I have a neck.

Just the cutest little nugget you’ve ever seen. So wholesome and pure. Just happy to have a timeline and a cup of coffee.

What do you get when you put a 30 year old on a concrete floor? Busted knees and loss of leg feeling for at least twenty minutes.

I do love a good shoe. Although this looks a bit aggressive. I am so sorry if I frightened you with my enthusiasm.

Kris Jenner works hard. But Janita works harder.

It’s okay, trust me. I’m a professional.

You see, I can’t tell if she just saw a wardrobe malfunction or thought about how all the drones are invading. We’ll never know.

I can think of about 6 different things I look like. And not one is appropriate.

Do you know how hard it is to throw a veil while running backwards all while trying to avoid ground obstacles? Petition to make this a 2028 Olympic sport.

I may or may not have stalled out here.

I will talk to you, even when you’re not listening. I’ll just keep going.

This was supposed to be a shot of me explaining to the wedding party on how they should walk towards me. God I hope they didn’t listen.

Casual. Unbothered.

HERE’S JOHNNY!

Honestly, Old Navy, sponsor me. This picture shows versatility. Business and pleasure.

I just know in my bones they were so uncomfy with me being so close. Why did I need to be so near? I am quite literally an extension of them.

When I tell you this train was coming in a mach Jesus speeds.

It was at this point, he knew he……messed up.

Some girls give off the cute, dainty, earthy vibe. I give off a 80 year old Boston grandpa who loves crosswords, a cigarette at noon, and wreaks of Icy Hot.

These two could conquer the failing economy, and I believe that.

This was taken 30 minutes after arriving that morning. Lyndsey is not a morning person.

Opening champagne is so fun to me. Will it pop off in my face? Will I shoot my eye out with a cork? The fun never ends.

“But what will I wear?” *Insert Grinch voice*

This was after I had her fix the bride’s train for the 100th time. I know Janel is thinking about quitting, but the promised Taco Bell nacho fries keep her coming back week after week.

If you know me, you know I don’t completely grasp personal boundaries. I love third wheeling on your love.

Oh my goodness! The groundhog saw his shadow! Six more weeks of Winter!

Again, I have a neck. It’s there. I promise.

For some reason, people keep seeing these blogs and still continue to hire me.

Not pictured: 35 gallons of water flooding in under the door.

When you walk into the wrong wedding suite and have to play it off like you know these people.

Just dissociate. Remember Janica, nacho fries.

Not mindful. Not demure.

At this point of the wedding day, it’s possible I’m hallucinating. Because I’m clearly seeing something they’re not.

I can guarantee you Janaya got some lovely images of the bride walking down with her dad. I can also guarantee you Janaya is on Temu at this moment.

I went from sweating my buns off to crying in a matter of 5 minutes. I may be premenopausal.

The last wedding of 2024 had a total of 9 couples I had previously photographed on their wedding day. A pretty awesome send off to my 2025 break.

Thank you 2024 for another awesome wedding season of couples, cakes, and conversation. And a special thanks to Janique for putting up with me all these years and being the best employee I’ve ever hired. Now for a nap and some nacho fries.