Weddingbee Blog

Tucked away in the dressing room, Kimono Dresser H, a troupe of Polynesian dancers, and I began the changing process. Yes, I was really worried about the dancers’ next-door party at first, but either we were louder or the soundproofing was good because I couldn’t even tell they were there.

I shuffled out of my wedding dress and, fifteen minutes later, was wrapped up in a gorgeous (and super-heavy) kimono.

Time to go back to the party!

I walked out carefully and twirled around a bit to the sound of Mr. Sew’s family applauding.

That surprised me, but I guess they were just really happy that Mr. Sew’s new wifu was on-board with his culture. Mr. Sew, on the other hand, was chided for not having found a matching hakama (men’s kimono) to wear. Silly husband that didn’t want one.

In any case, I tottered over to thank my friend for letting me borrow the beautiful silk garment.

Pocket obi?

(Photo by family)

And then we took some table pictures.

Our lovely helpers! They did a fabulous job with setup!

I’m really glad we took the time to do table group pictures. It’s nice to have a way to remember who was there, and for someone still learning who’s who amongst her in-laws, they serve as flashcards of sorts. The only problem is people who were in the buffet line for seconds weren’t present in the photos, but that’s OK. We know who enjoyed the food, I guess!

Anyway, after a very short 20 minutes in the kimono I had pined after my entire engagement, it was time to change again. I didn’t want to risk having it dirtied, and besides—the lions had arrived.

(Unless otherwise noted, all images by Terra Photography)

Our wedding week in review:

• We took care of some last minute DIY details and officialized everything.
• We vacationed with our out-of-towners and threw a yummy welcome beach brunch.
• Mr. Sew saluted an angry dragon during our wedding rehearsal, and we sniffed at our dinner.
• Wal-Mart crashed my bachelorette.
• The women magically transformed, and Mr. Sew tied me into our dress.
• There was a windy photoshoot on the beach, and then we hung out at the chapel in flat shoes.
• We marched to the altar and got married.
• Everyone was camera-happy.
• Reception time! A bustle for our first dance, and then it was time to eat.