In my very first post, I chatted about how and why I chose my moniker. I still find Mr. Archer’s comment amusing, and remain a Hunger Games fan. Referring to us as the Archers has become second nature and, well, I’ve always been a bit of a cheeseball.
A while back, Mr. Archer and I went on a date, to the Renaissance Faire for the first time. We had such a blast drinking mead and eating turkey legs. I was so psyched when we came across the archery section, and we quickly set me up with a quiver of arrows and a period instructor so I could live my nickname!
Despite (or more accurately, because of) my excessive enthusiasm, I was terrible at first. Like, missed the hay bales—by yards. As I’ve mentioned, I’m awfully uncoordinated, so this was no surprise. After a few rounds and some generous instruction, I was sort of OK, and even hit the target a few times!
Not Katniss, not even close, but still fun
Then, as my wedding approached and I reflected on how very special my Weddingbee blogging experience has been, I wanted to find a way to incorporate being Miss/Mrs. Archer.
On my wedding day, it was tied into my bouquet, next to my Granny’s ruby pendant (my something old).
Photo: Photographers Skeen
I love being Mrs. Archer here on the ‘Bee, and it was special to have a sweet reminder of the hive with me on my wedding day. Have you thought about adding sentimental items to your bouquet?