Weddingbee Blog

When Mr. Crepe and I first got engaged, we were faced with two options for the location of the wedding—New York or Nashville. This was a toughy for many reasons, and one of them was that because we went to school in the Northeast, we have many friends who’ve settled in the New York vicinity. However, Mr. Crepe’s father is a pastor and we had always assumed that he would marry us, but this could only work in Tennessee.

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I still can’t believe I’m writing to you as a bee. I came across this blog years ago and, like many of you reading, began following all the mysterious ladies who posted as exotic fruits and cuddly creatures. Way before I was engaged.

Um.

OK, let me explain. Mr. Crepe and I met first semester of our freshman year at art school—he was a bookish and seemingly shy boy who wore wool sweaters. I was a girl who, within the first week of school, had gotten three additional piercings and dyed her hair red. We were not an obvious match, to say the least.

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One evening, as I was about to run out the door, I heard my computer ding. That sound means only one thing: a new email had just popped into my inbox. What did I find? Yes yes yes! It was an email from our amazing Mrs. Penguin. You guys, I was BUGGIN’.

I am so thrilled to be Miss Crepe and excited about sharing our entire process with you!

So why did I choose this unassuming, totally delicious French pancake? It is definitely not because we are fancypants.

It all started in Providence, Rhode Island, where I met Mr. Crepe. We went to school together and almost every weekend, we’d drop by this cute little hole in the wall:

We’re planning an event in downtown Nashville at Mr. Crepe’s family church, filled with handmade touches that I’ll be shipping over from New York. (It’s a destination wedding for me!)
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