Weddingbee Blog

Oh, you didn’t think I could be introduced without an Eminem reference, did you? What can I say—music of the late ’90s / early ’00s rocked. I almost threw in a Bare Naked Ladies reference, but thought that might be a bit much. We’ll take this slowly.

But, seriously, wait a second. Is that me? Because I could have sworn you just said my name. Miss Candy Apple?? This can’t be happening. I never thought I would be here, introducing myself to the hive. I had thought long and hard about how I would write this post, and now that I’m here, cue the crickets! Woooweee, what an entrance!

Let me just say that when I got the message from Pengy, I nearly choked on my granola bar. I opened and closed the email 32 times (only reading the first sentence each time) and frantically looked around to see if I was being Punk’d. (Is that show still on? It should be.) On my train home, I texted Mr. Candy Apple around 57 times and had this glassy-eyed, crazed madwoman smile on my face the entire ride home. I am fairly certain the other commuters thought I was high. I’m OK with that. They don’t understand.

When I got home, I managed only to chuckle maniacally as I tried to explain to Mr. CA what this all meant. I forced him to look at all of the icons and asked him, if the essence of my soul were to be boiled down into one icon, which would I be? Of course, I secretly hoped he would confirm my obsession with Candy Apple (who can resist that bow?!), but I was willing to compromise. Maybe. When he said um, that one and pointed at Candy Apple, I may have burst his eardrum shrieking omgomg that’s the one I wanted we are so in tune and in love and meant to be. I may be crazy. Have I mentioned that?

Then, because we didn’t have apples in the house, I proceeded to rip the apartment to shreds trying to find a green ribbon. (Yes, I realize it doesn’t match. Don’t judge.) And then I forced Mr. CA to take a picture.

And I may or may not have painted my nails candy-apple red this past weekend. I might have done it in an attempt to give myself good candy-apple vibes. Maybe. (Don’t mind the chipping polish or the blurriness. I was excited.)

Why Candy Apple? Well, because I love healthy, whole foods, but I am also slightly addicted to sugar. Oops. Candy Apple is clearly the perfect combo.

So, you’re probably wondering who we are, the Candy Apples. Well. We’re awesome, obviously.

Let’s see. We are both stubborn. We love soccer. We like drinking micro-brews. I can never get enough kale, halibut, or frozen blackberries, and he loves a good steak. Mr. CA is my college sweetheart, and I have followed him all over the country. We’re planning a medium-sized summer affair on the shores of Lake Washington, in Seattle. Since we currently live in New Jersey, it’s a bit tricky, but we’ll manage. I foresee my grandmother’s old tea cups, a candy bar, cakes on pedestals, pearls, and eyelet. Oh, and a photo booth is a must, don’t worry.

So excited to bee here (gag, I know)! Let’s do this thang!

All photos courtesy of me