The Unfake Wedding ~ Cindy & Bill
Monday, March 15, 2010 at 4:52PM
You all know I'm a lurker, right? I'm a blog-junkie. I'm a wedding junkie. I think it's a binge thing. I spent the majority of my adult life avoiding all things wedding. Then I get married and I just can't seem to get it out of my system. My poor husband. Here he thought it was just going to be this finite period of wedding planning time. Little did he know that I would fall head over heels for all the stuff. Have pity for the poor Candyman. He got WAY more than he bargained for. So as I was saying, I traipse all over the internet and devour magazines and haunt bookstores looking for divine inspiration in both weddings and all things. I'm looking for something I haven't yet seen, something that means something to me, which I assume might mean something to someone else. Is there a word for that? Is is narcissism? I need my literary compatriots to assist in that one, please. At any rate, I found this photographer who is the guilty party behind the wonderful Unfake Wedding below. Her name is Carissa Fine and she is Dulce Photography.
This wedding is not a typical wedding, so I'm not going to approach it with the standard Thirty-Something Bride questions. It's more of a story than a Q&A feature.
Meet Cindy. Cindy was 44 and had never been married.
Meet Bill. Bill was married for 25 years, had 3 adult children and was divorced for 10 months.
They met. Six months later Bill proposed.
Cindy said no. Or, more appropriately, not yet.
Four years later, she figured he was sticking around, so they made it official.


They set the date on June 27th for an August 29th wedding - for the same year. On July 5th she broke her wrist mountain biking with Bill and had 6 pins and a plate inserted on July 8th. July 9th they sent out 120 invitations versus the 70 they had initially planned on. Cindy blames the Lortab and Valium. *Note to brides - you might want to lay off the pain killers whilst addressing the invites - as tempting as the drug-induced state may be.*

This lady boogied down her aisle. It's called making it your own, people.

Like a lot of brides, Cindy wanted her father to walk her down the aisle. And holy crap-a-rooni, for 48 Cindy looks DAMN good! Let's hope I enter that decade as flawlessly.

Love the bling in her garden roses!

All done in two months and for $10,000!

It wouldn't be an Unfake Wedding without a little toe-sucking, now would it? LOVE that her father, aka The Silver Fox, caught the garter!

From The Thirty-Something Bride to this Forty-Something Bride and her Fifty-Something Groom: "Hell to the yeah!" There are no rules. There are only traditions that people allow themselves to be tortured by. I love that Bill and Cindy clearly followed some traditions that were special and important to them. What girl doesn't want her dad to walk her down the aisle? The father-daughter thing doesn't end at twenty one, or thirty-one or sixty-one. You will always be his little girl, no matter how old you get or how hard you try not to be. :)
What I love the very most about this wedding is this: Bride does not have an age.
Bride does not have a nationality. Bride does not have a skin color. Bride doesn't even have a religion. Help me celebrate this amazing bride and her feisty groom!
Congratulations to Bill and Cindy!
All photos by Dulce Photography.
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