I realize Valentine’s Day has come and gone already, and that it’s March 2. Fully aware. I also understand that, once a holiday has passed, most don’t dwell on it beyond its final hour. But let me ask you this: do we deny to those of us who were born on a leap year the right to celebrate their birthdays each and every single year, even though it’s a total farce and we’re all laughing at them behind their backs? No, we do not deny them that right. Because we love them? No. Because it’s fair.
So, in the spirit of fairness, and for leap year babies everywhere, if they exist (I mean, do they? I’ve heard stories, but they seem as rare as pandas. Comment if you’re out there – I’d love to do lunch and learn about your people. How does it go; kind of like dog years?)… here’s an engagement session in the key of love.
Vania and Christine of SimplyBloom Photography seem to churn out swoonworthy sessions each and every time. It’s a gift.
That’s a headboard.
I want this girl to throw my future children their birthday parties. I’ve never seen someone so committed to a theme. I bet money she has a blog – this kind of creativity doesn’t just sit idle. If you read this, let me know, ok? You’ve displayed some pretty amazing skills, here, and if you’re not in prop & set styling, you may have missed your calling.
Check out the shot below. This sneak peak of an upcoming shoot is what started today’s SimplyBloom frenzy. I cannot wait to see more shots involving those pastel threads (LOVING his plaid shirt) and soft, embroidered drapery.
By the way – and tell me if you’ve noticed this, too – one thing that has always stood out to me about really fashiontastic engagement shoots… like, the really beautiful, colorful ones that always yield the best pics… is the fact that none of those outfits would ever find their way onto the body of my fiancé. He’d just never wear something that plaid, or with suspenders, or generally anything especially hipster. Not that I’d necessarily ask him to do so. But I just know it in my heart that, if he did dawn a fedora, or wear a doorknob boutonniere, it would be because he loves me. And for no other reason.
Photo credit: SimplyBloom Photography