Mr. Sugar Cube and I do not want hangry and/or upset guests. No, only happy guests allowed here!
We’ve taken a lot of time considering the day, us and our guests. One of the areas we were concerned about was the length of time and hungry guests. Because there’s a gap between the ceremony and reception that won’t have finger foods for guests, we decided to bring in something to eat before the ceremony starts!
I had the idea to make trail mix with dried cherries. I happen to make Mr. Sugar Cube trail mix all the time and cherries hold significance, so it’d just be another little personal touch.
I’ve lived in a few different cities over the years, and while I think of myself as a Southerner and we’re having a destination wedding in Georgia, it’s a fun thought experiment to imagine what our Boston wedding might have looked like.
Mr. B-Cat and I have lived in the Boston area for almost six years now. Currently we reside in Allston—which, despite its reputation for being filled with college students throughout the academic calendar, is actually one of Boston’s most ethnically diverse working class neighborhoods year-round.
There was a pretty great Onion article about Boston a couple years ago called:
From the beginning of our engagement, one of the things I was adamant about was making Mr. Sugar Cube’s and my wedding cake. As you could guess, I got the usual slew of responses—“OMG, seriously?! You’re crazy.” “I will not let you make your own wedding cake, even if I have to pay for it.” “I can’t let you do that.” “That’s not something you do yourself, make your own bouquet instead.” “You’re going to stress yourself out.” “You should be relaxing and enjoying your day.”
I was even more bound and determined after we decided to get married on Mr. Sugar Cube’s birthday, since I’ve made a cake for him on every one of his birthdays since we’ve been together. (Fun fact: I have not made a cake for either of our anniversaries—we decided to follow one of our traditions and have cupcakes and coffee to celebrate our first anniversary, and I was not in town for our second this past weekend. I did, however, make half a cake for our half-year anniversary!) I love to bake, especially for Mr. SC, even more especially on his birthday. It only made sense to me.
I wasn’t just planning to bake our wedding cake, though. Oh, no. I was planning on making cake for all of the wedding guests. Go big or go home.
My very favorite reception tradition is the anniversary (or generations) dance, where all the married couples get on the dance floor and slowly step off until the couple that has been married the longest is left standing. I love seeing how many strong marriages we have as role models for our own. We did the anniversary dance right before our cake cutting for two reasons. First, it’s a good way to clear the dance floor and make it seem like part of the natural flow vs. just stopping the music and asking everyone to stop dancing. Second, it meant we wouldn’t have to force everyone off the dance floor at a different point in the evening.
As soon as the anniversary dance ended, Mr. MC and I went over to cut the cake. It was awkward—we didn’t have a plate (just the cake knife, server, and a napkin) and we weren’t really sure what to do. After debating where to cut into the cake (and asking everyone around us what to do), we decided to cut into the top tier because it seemed to be the easiest and we weren’t planning on saving it. We slid the slice onto the cake server and fed each other pieces from there.
The cake topper was just one of those things I knew I wanted to make myself. You see, with our particular wedding package, I won’t have ever even met our cake maker before I see the cake! So being the mellow, secret control-freak that I am, I wanted to set to work on the few things that are actually in my sphere of influence. Decor is part of those things. As for the cake, I’m just trusting it to a higher power, I guess.
I had no idea what my hair color would end up being on the actual day of. So as you can see from the picture, I’ve left my mini-bride’s hair bone white. I’ll revisit her with a little acrylic paint as soon as I pick a color.
I was inspired by ClayLindo on Etsy, a seller who, like the name describes, makes pretty sculptures out of modeling clay. And while of course I strongly believe in supporting artists and makers on Etsy, I wanted full ownership over my toppers. I had the craftiness, just not the funds.
First things first: If you don’t know the reference in my post title, get thyself to this website. You’re welcome.
The cake design was one of the easiest decisions we made in this whole wedding-planning thing. We knew it was going to be decorated with buttercream and not fondant, because (a) our venue includes a buttercream cake in its packages, but fondant decoration is extra, and (b) while fondant makes for one glamorous cake, we prefer the taste of buttercream, and being the food-motivated sharks we are, buttercream was A-OK with us.
So, buttercream it was. And funnily enough, all of the cake inspiration photos I found are, uh, pretty much identical.
Recently I saw some adorable graphic cake toppers and of course I immediately wanted to create an easy DIY for them. After some brainstorming I figured wire hangers could work perfectly for this project. Of course, if you don’t have wire hangers lying around you can go buy them. They’re inexpensive and the ones you don’t use for the project you can use to help organize your clothes. If your clothing collection is anything like mine, a little organization would be helpful regardless. So how do we get started on this cake topper? First gather your materials. … read more
Mr. Puffer has a sweet tooth. No matter how much I make for dinner, he always tells me that he needs “a little something sweet” before he does the dishes.* Needless to say, he was looking forward to the cake tasting.
Doesn’t he look psyched?
And so was I. I’m not afraid to skirt some wedding traditions—and we’re planning to. I’ve told Mr. Puffer unequivocally that I would not do the bouquet toss or the garter dance or the being-lifted-in-the-chair part of the hora. (Reasons: My unmarried friends are unmarried by choice, I’ll save the skirt-lifting for after the wedding, and I don’t want to even think about how many people it would take to lift me up.)
A tiered wedding cake, on the other hand, is one of my must-have traditions. I’m not sure why that is, considering I don’t even like cake all that much. But when I picture our wedding, I see three tiers, two forks, and a fancy topper.