Weddingbee Blog

So exhausted. I spent last night putting postage on our RSVP cards, and stamping the inner/outer envelopes with leaf stamps and bronze ink. I say I spent last night doing it, but I still haven’t finished. Our return address stamp is due to arrive any day now, and once that comes in I can actually start mailing the invitations out.

So, although the invitations look fine with just plain envelopes, I just HAD to add an extra 2 minutes per invite. Factor in the 125 invites we have and that’s about four and a half hours of just envelope work. Why do I do this to myself?

I began my rubber stamping with the notion of a quick stamp, let dry, enclose inner envelope and next! Instead this is how it went:

1. Pull out already addressed invitation.
2. Then, pull out inner envelope, mark the back of the RSVP card with the invitee’s corresponding number on the spreadsheet (in doing so, ensuring we wouldn’t have mystery RSVPs), set that aside to dry.
3. Choose which Disney stamp is more fitting for the guest (choices are: Genie and Aladdin, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Fantasia Mickey, and Dumbo and Little Mouse guy), and set the RSVP envelope aside.
4. Take my piece of cardboard, slip it inside the inner envelope and stamp a leaf here and there. Set that aside to dry.
5. Take the outer envelope and stamp a maple leaf in the bottom left corner, thus balancing out the stamp at the upper right corner. Slightly mess up a few, then laugh crazily as I realize they are guests we’re being forced to invite. Enjoy the irony of it all. Try to share this giddy revelation with Mr. Kiwi, who tells me he has just missed a touchdown (see reason below) because he was listening to me, give him a quick finger and get back to work.
6. Set aside all components of that completed invitation, and begin the next invitation. When finished with that one, assemble previous invitation and resume the same schedule for the rest of them.

Anyway, hopefully I’ll be done by tonight. Hopefully. Please let me be done tonight. If I have to hear Mr. Kiwi telling me again that I’m making too much noise (singing to myself with my iPod), thus distracting him from his John Madden football, I’ll just have to hurt him.

How is it possible I never knew how much work this was?