Weddingbee

I have been doing lil’ wedding blush projects here and there, hoping to get most out of the way so when we are finally in the final weeks, I won’t be running around like a headless chicken. So my first project was… palm fans!

inspiration Knottie: Married2MrWright

My idea was to have these efficient palm fans sitting on every chair at the ceremony, so when wedding guests sit down, they each have their own “air maker” for comfort during the ceremony.

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Before Mr. Sushi and I got engaged and were just having the “wedding talk”, we discussed who we would like to have stand up with us at the altar to support us. In other words, who would we ask to be in our wedding par-tay? Deciding to have the wedding in Hawaii actually made things a lil’ easier for us. Mr. Sushi only has a handful of close friends to begin with (like four), so he had maybe one or two people that immediately stood out to him. But even then, his decision wasn’t easy to make. For me, it was a lil’ more difficult. See, I don’t have one clique of friends that I hang out with. More like a friend here, a friend there, a few friends who sometimes interact with each other, but all in all, they’re each a close friend in their own way. I don’t have a best friend… in PA. I have a few great friends here, though.

Now, to backtrack a little… I grew up as a military brat, so I moved every three to four years growing up. It’s really hard to keep in touch with friends, and also really easy to lose touch with friends. That being said, two of the oldest friends I have are my bestests I met in Hawaii, both of whom I met at the ripe age of 12-ish. Having a wedding in Hawaii meant not having to choose bridesmaids among my PA friends, and letting my PA peeps enjoy their Hawaiian vacation (without having to worry about my wedding poop).  Instead, I’ll be “burdening” my bestests who live, or have lived in Hawaii already. Or at least, that’s how it was going to be.
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Let me start by saying I hate shopping for clothes. I hate trying on clothes, and I’m one of those people that can’t buy any article of clothing without trying it on. I’m short, not proportioned, and have no arse.

So I began shopping for a wedding dress. A task I was dreading. I did the whole internet search and was in awe of these dresses (*sorry for the small images, I’m still new at this whole blogging thing)…

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Thanks everyone for all the great comments on my save the dates post! I can’t take all the credit for our passport save the dates. When I first saw Knottie AmyInSydney make them, I thought they were a cute, cheeky way to send everyone some basic travel information.

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Mr. Sushi and I had talked about our life together and marriage in the past, but I honestly never expected to receive a ring from Mr. Sushi. I always thought we would just go and do it… no ring needed. Plus (no offense, Mr. Sushi!) Mr. Sushi isn’t exactly Mr. Romantic.

We had just bought a condo in May 2007, so money was kinda tight. That Christmas, we decided to put a $30 price cap on each other for Christmas gifts. Yes, $30! We thought it would be a good way to save money and get creative with trying to find a gift in that price range. Well… Mr. Sushi went a lil’ over his $30 limit by a few hundred dollars and got on down on his knee on Christmas. His mom helped him pick the ring out, although he had a hell of a time trying to explain to his mom that he was buying an engagement ring that didn’t feature a diamond. I had told him long, long ago that diamonds weren’t really my thing. As pretty as they are, I like color.

There was a bit of confusion on that fateful day, though.
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I wish I had some romantic story to tell of Mr. Sushi and I. I wish I could tell you that I knew he was the one right away and that it was love at first sight. It wasn’t like that at all. First off, we met in a bar. And I’m pretty sure I was pretty tipsy. He he.

It was Wednesday night (yea, call it my mid-week stress reliever) and my girlies and I headed to our usual Wednesday night locale at the local watering hole. I’m a happy drunk, so after throwin’ back a few beers and some shots with the girls, I was being my friendly self and saying hi to random strangers at the bar. Mr. Sushi crossed my path and I said, “hello”.

Mr. Sushi: What nationality are you?
Me: White & Filipino.
Mr. Sushi: Me too!!
Me: No way! Here’s my phone number.
Done.
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It’s me! Miss Sushi, the newbee of the hive. You past and present bees (and readers!) have been such an inspiration, I hope to one day inspire as much as you all have.

Miss Sushi is quite fitting for me, besides my suggestive love of nori and rice (I’ve gone as far as taken a sushi class at the local community college), my first (and middle) name is Japanese (even though I have no ounce of Japanese blood running through my veins) and Mr. Sushi and I are getting married at a Japanese temple.

Proof of my family’s obsession with Japanese culture; circa 1986-ish

The last 24 hours, since I received my acceptance letter to the bee, I’ve been aimlessly running around the house calling my future hubby his new pet name, Mr. Sushi. He thinks I’m nuts. He also said he’d rather be called Mr. Sake, although I think he’s just wanting a shot of sake to deal with my insanity.
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