I was looking through photos for inspiration for this post. I was looking for a view from the Scottish Highlands that I love, or maybe a good photo of a pretty coffee cup that I drink from everyday. But I couldn’t. Even the photos that I did find didn’t shoot me into a specific headspace to write. I quickly gave up trying to be inspired into something kinky and just wanted to find a view that I had an emotional reaction to. Then I saw this.
I remember taking this photo like it was yesterday. It is from outside my bridal suite on the morning Sir and I got married. I remember snapping it before two aunts shoved me into a chair and started pulling my hair in fifteen directions.
I was captivated by the calm of the morning. The room of women behind me was bustling. My maid of honor was setting up make-up. My mother and another aunt were laying my dress out on the bed. A cousin and another friend were half-asleep on the couch. I was so nervous and excited I couldn’t eat anything, but I’m sure there was food there. I just sat in the chair having my hair yanked and eye-liner put on. My eyes were closed and I kept calling back the happy view from my window. The serene colors of the inn next door and the bright green of the grass and trees. The calm surroundings blocked the din behind me and told me that it was all going to be okay.
I remember thinking that all the stress of planning and paying for the wedding was worth it. All the women behind me made it perfect. Sir in another suite with all the guys getting ready made it perfect. Standing there getting a photo out my window on one of the happiest days of my life. Our lives before dogs and kids and kink. Not that I would change any of it, but this seems like a pretty great stepping off point.