At least we hope so. These babies, representative of ungodly woman-hours and approximately three times the original budget, are out the door, winging their way into the mail boxes* of our dearly beloved.
As you can clearly see, we went the do-it-yourself route. Definitely not do-it-together, as Meg would say, as BFD did not do anything for three straight months that wasn’t a) working ludicrous hours or b) study for his architecture licensing exam. So, yes, the idea was: Save Money! Make It Personal! DIY! We can do this, even though we have never done anything resembling creating stationary before!
To be honest, the whole experience was so much more than I would have thought — more time, more money, more emotions. Paper can be intense, people!
And even though (as again you can clearly see) not a single one turned out perfect, I love our invites in the sort of way that squeezes your heart and makes your breath catch. They make me giddy excited, they make my head swim, and they do make me cringe just a bit. I am alternatively traditional*, but my family is traditional traditional and, I swear, I’ve fielded enough outlandish feedback about our “unique” and “quirky” wedding to make this self-conscious woman want to bow out.
Also, as you’ll note, these are not photos of the invitations but rather the envelopes. I took no decent photos of the invites as yet, but there are one or two posing as a backdrop for pictures of manhattans and coupe glasses somewhere around here, if you care to poke around.
ps – I snagged the post title from Mouse at Souris Mariage, who is AWESOME.
pps – Can I rant for a moment about the misplaced emphasis on wedding invitations? But, oh, they set the tone for your perfect day, and for your perfect day to actually be perfect each and every single minute detail must be perfectly color-coded, perfectly timed, perfectly et al. You wouldn’t want to risk your big day being perfect-ish, would you?
*And — let’s face it — to be subjected to rough and tumble USPS treatment, cluttered side tables, and eventual disposal in waste baskets in at least 10 different states.
**Another of Meg’s terms from A Practical Wedding (or something very like).
Photos: all by me on iPhone4 (pls don’t be mean; photography lessons have not started yet; someday I’m sure I’ll learn to keep my own shadow out of the shot.)
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