Mr. Sugar Cube and I have an approximate hour and a half gap between our ceremony and reception.
You see, the earliest Blue Agave can open for our reception is 2:00 PM. As currently planned out, our ceremony will be completed by 12:30 PM, assuming we start 15 minutes late. We could have started our ceremony slightly later, yes, but Mr. Sugar Cube and I wanted to make sure we had time for pictures.
Thus, an hour and a half time gap between the ceremony and reception. With no cocktail hour. Which doesn’t bode well for keeping guests happy. No one wants unhappy guests. We had to do something to keep them entertained.
From the very beginning of this wedding adventure, invitations have confused the ever-loving heck out of me.
I’m a marketing writer by profession, and I’ve sat in countless meetings where the production folks discuss printing logistics. A7 and A2 envelopes. Full bleed or no bleed. Gloss, semi-gloss, or matte…. For years I had plenty of opportunities to learn the ins and outs of print buying, but generally I used those meetings to catch up on valuable blank-staring time.
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When it came to thinking about the invitations, I smacked myself for not paying better attention. And then I did the only sane thing any marketing writer would do: I ran to the nearest graphic designer and pleaded for help.
We’re not doing too many things the traditional way for a wedding, but then again, we don’t do many things traditionally in many aspects of our lives. I have probably known I would have three maids of honor since I was about eight years old. All three are my sisters (two by blood, and one by best friendship for almost 20 years—and she’s the sister of my fiance!). I wanted to ask them to be my maids of honor in a creative way, and I thought a message in a bottle for my maids of honor was the perfect way to ask them and tie in the beach wedding theme!
Asking my maids of honor to stand by my side: message in a bottle.
You can get as simple or complex as you want. I was just going to make the message in a bottle for them, but then I saw these sand pails at Michaels and thought it might be cute to put a whole little pail together.
My mother’s side is from the Philippines, which has an incredibly rich culture that was shaped by numerous colonizations and migrations over the centuries. If you’ve eaten much Filipino food you’d recognize the combination of Malay, Spanish, Mexican, American, and Chinese flavors that reflect our history perfectly.
Yeah, that was mean of me. Sorry about that. Mr. Sugar Cube and I were just so excited about them and the “sh*t just got reeeal” feeling seeing them all in their finished glory created for us that we shipped them out almost the next day. Seven months early.
Yes, you read that right. Seven months early.
And without really any pictures. I do that with food too. I have this grandiose idea of making a generations family cookbook, filled with family recipes and recipes Mr. Sugar Cube and I have made together and/or for each other. Unfortunately, growling stomachs cause food to be gobbled down before I can even turn the camera on, so the recipe book will just have to take longer.
I digress, though. This isn’t about food, it’s about our invitations.