Weddingbee Blog

Hello, hive!

I’m Miss Kettle. I’m so excited be here. I wish there was a way to convey through words the extent of my joy. I could try, but I’m not a writer—I’m a scientist. My grasp of spelling and grammar is no small feat in itself, so I will accept that proper word choice is just outside my grasp.

That, my new friends, is why God made Google. It’s my best buddy on the internet. There’s nothing Google can’t do. Well, that’s not true. But there are no internet needs of mine that it can’t meet. The best example of this was when Mr. Kettle went to Europe for a month last winter and we were able to talk on the phone and video chat—for free—through Google (technically Gmail, but it’s the same thing). But I digress…

Through Google, I can find pictures to try and express my joy.

Image: bitstorm.org

Nah, that’s not really it. But I am having fond memories of my childhood while also wondering why in the world my parents let me watch that show!

Image: yardflex.com

Yeah, now that’s more like it. This joy is not mine alone, because Mr. Kettle is really excited, too. He was very supportive of my plan to be a bee and almost submitted the application for me. Thank goodness it was still too soon to apply, because I wanted to go over my application myself and have my voice shine through.

Now that I’ve done my very best to express how happy I am to be a bee, let’s talk about how I got here. Mr. Kettle and I first discussed marriage very early on in what was a short courtship. It was the night of Mardi Gras that we decided we’d be married by that time the following year. Almost immediately after that, I started looking at wedding websites, and Google sent me to Weddingbee. I fell in love instantly and had dreams of being a bee myself one day.

Mr. Kettle and I overshare, so I told him of my new obsession with wedding websites and, surprisingly, he didn’t back off the discussion of marriage or the development of our relationship. Possible “crazy” label avoided. Winning!

When we were officially engaged (he liked it so he put a ring on it), I realized there was only a short amount of time before we were at the eight-months-out mark and I could apply to Weddingbee. Well, they rejected my first application pretty quickly. I was sad. Very sad.

Personal image

I didn’t cry, but I was wondering why I couldn’t be fascinating enough to catch their attention. I took another look at my blog and tried to figure out what to do. I began tailoring my blog posts as if I were actually a Weddingbee blogger, which meant more pictures, more details of how I arrived at decisions, more projects, and more feelings.

As soon as four weeks passed (technically a few days before…), I submitted a second application. Then it was all wedding blogging every day. My personal blog became wedding central. Mr. Kettle spoke of how I “better be a bee blogger this time after all this.” He is very passionate, you see.

But it paid off! I got the email from Pengy (I call her that ’cause everyone else does), and I was overjoyed. I was at work when I read it, so I had to do my best to contain my glee. It was hard. Real hard.

I called Mr. Kettle and, after a bit of phone tag, he got the good news. He was just as happy as I was. Then we hashed out what my icon would be. Knowing that he would have to be Mr. ______, he wanted something that was manly. He didn’t say that outright, but I got that vibe after he ruled out both bracelet and petit four.

He wanted Ticket, but I really wanted Sunhat. He probably frowned (we were over the phone so I can’t be sure), and then we played a game we’re very good at. This game is called compromise. We decided on an icon that fit us as a couple and one that both of us would be proud to be the Mr. ______ and Miss ______. Ultimately, Kettle it was.

We drink a lot of tea, so I think it fits. We’re very warm, we like bright colors, and with all the music we constantly have around us, the tea-kettle whistle fits us, too.

I look forward to months of blogging and having you all go with me through this planning process. I’ve already done some DIY projects, and I will be glad to share those with you.

Here are the Kettles (and our cat Belle). These are both personal photos.

She thinks she’s people.

He’s turned me into a pseudo-cuddler.