Weddingbee Blog

Long story short, about 10 days ago I shipped out 12 large boxes of wedding decor (vintage bottles, sea coral, chevron napkins, linen table runners, parasols, paper lanterns, fans, etc.) to my wedding coordinator in Honolulu. I was super proud of myself because I met our deadline and knew that our coordinator would have ample time to sort through everything, take inventory, and prep for our big day.

Or so I thought.

This weekend, I decided to track the packages when I realized that…

THE BOXES WERE SENT TO THE WRONG ADDRESS.

Right name, right street, but wrong address (527 instead of 587). There was some sort of typo between giving the shipment dude the address and  creating the shipping labels, and even though I swear up and down it was correct when I checked, my wedding-frenzied brain could have been playing tricks on me.

UGHHHH.

And of course, I had an internal panic attack and haven’t been able to think about anything else unti I went to my neighborhood shipping office (thank god I didn’t ship this from the post office—I would’ve been DOOMED) and asked, begged, pleaded my shipment dude to help fix this. He said that he’ll file paperwork and contact the Honolulu post office, but also needs me and my coordinator to contact the same post office with the corrected address and urgent request for delivery of these boxes. I’ll be doing this today…as soon as the clock strikes 9 AM in Hawaii {open open open}.

So I’m asking you, oh powerful, magic filled hive, to send positive vibes this way. Maybe if we all imagine these 12 boxes being delivered to our wedding coordinator’s home in Honolulu, these thoughts will help guide our packages there in the next few days.

I HOPE…ihopeihopeihope.

Thank you for being the most supportive, awesome group of friends a girl could ask for. And thank you for keeping me sane—sort of. I *heart* you so much.