Weddingbee Blog

Just in case you’ve been wondering if we actually invited anyone to this awesome shindig of ours, I think it’s high time I talk gush about our invitations. Just a little gushing, mkay? And maybe a photo or two. No big deal.

First off, my most sincere apologies to the trees. As green as our wedding will be in a lot of ways, the invitations are not one of them. What can I say? *Hangs head in shame* I absolutely LOVE paper.

And that brings me to these invitations of ours. Our relationship was hot, heavy, and all-consuming. I should have mentioned them earlier, but quite frankly we just needed a little break from each other. I was sick of their constant and increasing demands—a liner here, a little twine there, an inner vellum envelope in a nearly impossible to find size, and the list went on. Our invitations were a demanding lover, and finally I had to say enough was enough.

After the post office lied to us about the amount of postage it would take to get these invitations out of my life (*shakes fist*), I resigned myself to slapping a blue goat (“It’s a ram, a ram is better right?” said the placating postal worker) on the last few invites and dropping them in the mail.

Yes. You read that correctly.

Some of our wedding invitations required an additional 15 cents postage, and damn it if that blue goat wasn’t our savior. But that’s a beast for another post. Har. Har.

And so, without further ado, I give you our invitations, boxed up and ready to go in all their glory:

The front of the envelope:

Calligraphy by moi:

It’s been a few weeks and since I’m out of practice I almost ran out of room for the “Obama.” Oops. Oh well.

Stamps to die for:

The liner:

A closer look:

And there you have it. That’s the skinny (and the skin) of our most excellent invitations. Still to come: The bones, the guts, and finally the heart (awwww) of our invitations. So stick around, mkay?

Anyone else recently kick that demanding invitation lover to the curb? Doesn’t it feel good to know how much effort you put into the relationship now that it’s over? Smile. And I certainly don’t miss those non-stop crafting days one little bit…