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Mrs. Strawberry here. What up. Long time no talk. How’s your mom? Yeah? Cool. Well, been married for…3 years now? Yes. Things are going well. 
We’re talking about making a little Strawberry. I think I’m ready. Or at the very least, I want to decorate a nursery. Anyway, my favorite post had to be about my favorite part of our wedding…the cupcakes. I still dream about them. Dirty, dirty cupcake dreams.
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Seven different boxes. Pink boxes, brown boxes, cream boxes and clear boxes. Boxes with ribbon handles. With buttons. With birds. Green tea flavored cupcakes. Chocolate. Coconut. Vanilla. Lemon. I could go on and on!!
Hello everyone! This post might seem like a strange choice since it is about all of the things that went wrong with our wedding, but it is my favourite because the comments that followed were so understanding and supportive. That sense of community is why I wanted to be a bee in the first place and why I am so proud that I was/am one! As predicted by all, I no longer think of these small mistakes when I think about our wedding day. It was a beautiful, wonderful, love-filled day, and all of our guests thought it was a perfect wedding that went off without a hitch, so that is all that matters. I loved my wedding and, most of all, that day gave my what I have now—an amazing marriage with the man I love and a beautiful baby boy. We have amazing memories and beautiful pictures of what went right that day, which is almost everything, and that is what counts.
All of that said, imagine how great I would feel about my wedding day if EVERYTHING had gone right?!? And so I still maintain that you should have someone, DOC or otherwise, who knows what your vision for your day is and can be there to handle those small details in your absence. Hopefully this post will continue to be a cautionary tale for current and future generations of new-bees!
The Pumpkins!
I like this post for a couple reasons. The obvious reason is that it recaps the actual moment that Mr. Toucan and I were wed. The other reason I love this post is because I think it’s a cute story that goes to show that sometimes the things that go “wrong” on your wedding day end up being the most memorable and cherished moments!
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So many times, we, as brides, talk about wedding perfection. After having our “perfect wedding,” I can tell you it’s the little hiccups along the way that make it memorable. Our ceremony hiccup was probably the most memorable of them all - after all who almost forgets to… oops! Actually, let me start from the beginning.
After waiting in the downstairs chapel for what almost felt like an eternity, we were finally ready to get hitched!
Mr. Toucan and his Best Man wait at the end of the aisle while the procession begins.
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When Mrs. Mouse proposed the idea of sharing our high school selves with the world, I hesitated. Do I go all out and share my embarrassing amazing photos of me on the drill team freshman year? Do I blur out the faces of the innocent from my dance photos? Do I talk about the best year of high school, which, despite the serial monogamist I am, was my senior year, when I was single and had the best group of friends a girl could ask for?
The answer, for all, is a deep, resounding YES! Get excited, hive, ’cause we’re about to hop and skip down memory lane!
Let’s just start with the worst. My freshman year, I was co-captain of the “drill” (read: dance) team and for the homecoming performance, we borrowed jerseys from the varsity football team, and ended the dance by doing a dog pile—with yours truly at the bottom. I was choreograph-dragged off by my fellow teammates and the yearbook photographer caught this little gem just prior to the dragging:
This experience is a prime example of the hierarchy placed on certain boys in the social order (beyond elementary school, where the boys who picked their nose were just gross and the ones who washed their hands were gorgeous). It was THE biggest deal which boy’s jersey you borrowed for the dance and, at the time, it was THE thing we girls talked about for weeks leading up to the performance in front of the whole school.
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“A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.”
- Joyce A. Myers
I L-O-V-E school supplies. Not past tense, people. I’m a post post post post grad, and my favorite parts of supermarkets, drugstores, and Target will always be the school-supply aisles. I drove my parents mad with how much junk I bought during our back-to-school shopping excursions. And yes, I was that really annoying girl that took notes and highlighted textbooks in class, next to you, in five different colors. And my pencils and erasers smelled like strawberry because they were from Sanrio.
See??? Still obsessed.
So can you imagine my reaction when I found out that there were other school-supply-loving brides out there…and that they used them as favors and bits in their weddings?? Look at these beauties!!!
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The last few years have brought forth an abundance of overnight bags, metro rides, sets of toiletries, and patience. See, ‘cause Mr. B and I don’t live together, and we never have. We will, of course, when we get married, but not before that. It’s not because of any religious purpose or tradition either. It’s just the way the cookie crumbled.
When we first started dating, I had a roommate and Mr. B had his own apartment. We spent a lot of time going back and forth, and it wasn’t the most convenient, but it worked. We lived right down the street from each other and well (ahem…sorry, Mom!), he stayed over a lot!
Fast forward a few years, add graduation, job changes, and moves, and we’re still not living under the same roof. We contemplated it at one point; we were getting ready to do it, but both of us had the option of an alternative living situation that was a lot cheaper than living together. It became a matter of convenience versus money.
Money won.
Ironically, our friends and much of our family look at us as having done it “the right way,” but the truth is that we would have lived together if the incentive of saving a lot of money had not been there. Ultimately, we traded that savings for sanity, believe me!
It seems like we’ve always been plagued with the question of whose house we will be at. We both despise living out of a bag, and when Friday hits, we’re always caught packing and planning the weekend.
wellykiwi is selling a Casablanca 1900 gown (brand new with tags). She wants you to make an offer on the size-6 dress.
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To interrupt my regularly scheduled recap posts, I decided to participate in a special Bee series, Honeymoon in My Hometown, in which we pimp our home bases to the masses, should you be considering a honeymoon in our backyards.
This Taco is a Bay Area gal through and through. I grew up in South San Francisco: a suburb that, contrary to popular belief, is not part of its famous northern neighbor. I returned home for a spell (gah) in 2003 after college, and I bounced around the Bay Area a couple times until moving to San Francisco almost three years ago.
I love it here. And you will love it here, especially if you like some key things: hilly city scenery, fresh, organic food, wine, and walking.
I’m not categorically opposed to tourist things, but there are some I could do without.
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Since we first got engaged, I’d been struggling with the flower decision. Do I attempt a DIY the day before/morning of the wedding, or do I pay a professional?
For a couple of months, I was in touch with a really sweet and affordable woman who had helped me by putting together some proposals. She was the first and only florist I’d spoken to, since I really liked her upon first contact and didn’t have it in me to spend the time and energy on a huge search. I liked what she had to offer and while I still hadn’t made my decision, I knew in my heart that if I did choose a florist, it would be her.
I told her via email that I’d be making my decision shortly, and a few days later, I decided for sure that I wanted to leave the flowers to the pros. I asked her to send me a contract. Her response: “Sorry, I just booked another wedding for your date.”
Um, what?
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OK, I’m aware that this is ridiculously goofy, but I just have to share it. I mean, if the hive doesn’t appreciate it, who else will?
There are a ton of kitschy/cutesy cake toppers that I—and such a ton of others, I’m sure—would love to have on their cake, like these giraffes (of course) for instance:
Sometimes I float off into wedding la-la land. You know…where I see something often enough that I think I want it or even need, despite it being 100% Not Me.
Example:
Me, looking at wedding blogs: OMG I have to have those shoes.
Mr. PD, glancing over: Huh. I thought you didn’t like heels that high.
Me: Oh yeah. Haha. I totally don’t.
Those shoes are, I’m sure, great for the bride who wore them. But they’re so not me. Luckily, PDog knows how to gently nudge me down from my little identity-crisis moments. (That sort of makes it sound like he’s spoiling my fun…but I swear, it’s helpful! I NEED a reality check sometimes.)
Another example:
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So this is probably going to be the shortest post you have ever seen me write, but I wanted to show you the “I Spy” cards I mentioned in my reception-decor post.
This post stands out in my mind for many reasons. For the most part, when I blog it’s day-to-day, post-to-post, and I just write them as they come. But this post was one I had intended to write from the day I started blogging about our wedding. Then, as the wedding drew close, I was tempted to write it after the wedding as a part of a recap.
I’m so, so wonderfully glad I didn’t wait. I published it two days before our wedding, and it meant the world to my dad. Our father-daughter dance was already going to be a special moment at our wedding, but putting to words why “Time After Time” had such meaning for us made it all the more meaningful. In fact, there is an additional story that came of the post, but you’ll have to read about it in our wedding recaps!
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I have a lot of amazingly vivid memories from my childhood. One especially distinct time that stands out were Saturday and Sunday mornings I spent with my Dad. He would take me out in his red convertible (he still has it) with the top down, and we’d drive down Blackstone Boulevard in Providence. Before leaving the house Mama Seashell would wrap me in a scarf and stick a hat on my head. I was prone to ear infections, and she didn’t want to take any chances. As we’d pull out of the driveway I’d ask Papa Seashell if I could take the hat and scarf off—he’d roll his eyes and mutter something about “your mother” and then throw my hat and scarf in the back seat. I’d giggle. I thought we were so rebellious.
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