Weddingbee Blog

Mr. Spider’s nickname for me is “little apple” (xiao ping gua) in chinese. I am however, allergic to apples. It’s like rain on your wedding day… I know. As a tribute to well, myself haha, we tried to incorporate apples into our wedding day. My favorite apple delight were our centerpieces.

We hand delivered two cases to our florist two days before the wedding and I heard he was eating apples for weeks. That tidbit didn’t sit too well with me considering GRAPES mysteriously appeared in our centerpieces. I thought we didn’t bring him enough. Turns out he was saving them as afternoon snacks? Despite them (the grapes), I really loved how our flowers came out.

My second favorite delight were our place cards. A while back, I posted about this awesome website and the owner contacted me and as a thank you offered to sell me the Perfect Pair salt and pepper shakers and apple candles at wholesale price. She also threw in a 5% discount. In return, I shouted her website from the mountain tops.

After all the shouting, I scoured the earth for something unique to arrange my apple candle place cards. Many a platter/basket/box was bought and returned until I finally found two rectangle wicker baskets from Rag Shop aka the only craft store this side of upstate New York (and Jersey). I picked up a pack of neon green paper from Staples, spent one wild and crazy hour shredding the paper and created this:

Then I designed my own leaf shape using Adobe Illustrator:

(feel free to borrow this!)

I typed out all our guest names and printed as many as I could fit onto green cardstock. Then using manicure scissors, cut each leaf out. I would not let anyone help me do this as no one passed my precision cutting test. I did however, allow Mr. Spider to take the candles out of their boxes and my mom to curl the leaves with a pencil and tack them on the apples using teeny tiny tailor pins I bought for 99 cents a thousand at the aforementioned Rag Shop.

Next, I arranged the apples in alpha order:

And then gently placed them in my baskets:

I carefully triple-Saran-wrapped each basket and attached specifics instructions for my reception hall to put them on my greeting table as is. What did those jerks do? This:

Notice my florist also forgot to place a vase full of apples on my greeting table. Double dagger in the heart. Where are my baskets and shredded paper? UNDER the table.

The darn things were RIGHT at the door to the cocktail hour room (which looked amazing as well) so the daggers hit me really quickly. Just as I looked up from my foiled apples, my friend Scott took this picture of me:

I may be smiling like a happy bride but really I was thinking: what the f did these a**holes do to my damn apples?!?! Look again and you can actually see my teeth grinding.