Weddingbee Blog

I was always the bride-to-be who didn’t want a shower for a million different reasons. Hate the games, hate the fuss, hate feeling awkward as I sit inside a circle of people and open gifts (not that it happens all that often, but still).

Keyword: WAS. I WAS that bride-to-be.

And ever since I received this ray of sunshine in my mail last week, I’ve been positively batty with excitement…

The front

The back with a handwriting-ish font

Additional registry card printed on business cards

…all made with tons o’ love by my ever-talented best friend/man of honor/adult ring bearer/new graphic designer. He looks good in every hat he wears, hive, and he’s wearing a ton for this wedding.

These invitations are sweet enough based on looks, but of course there is a back story. OF COURSE. Would we really have it any other way?

You see, my dad and Mr. Jam’s aunt (by marriage) are related somewhere in the family tree, and we only discovered all of this after we started dating. So we’re not REALLY related, but it was entirely hilarious when we put it all together.

Now enter my best friend/man of honor/adult ring bearer/new graphic designer, whose mom had a collection of old postcards collected from their family members. Someway, somehow, we realized that some of the postcards were from Mr. Jam’s family’s great grandma…or something like that.

Long, confusing story short: Man of honor + Mr. Jam’s cousin (who happens to be a bridesmaid) + Mr. Jam through his aunt by marriage (aforementioned bridesmaid’s mom) + me, somehow = RELATED. We think. And if we’re really not, we love to take “cousins pictures” constantly and scream about our ancient relatives.

Anyhoodle, this invitation was made from an actual postcard mailed in 1910 from a mutual relative named Della. See the 1-cent stamp? Don’t you wish it was still that cheap to mail something?

And if that wasn’t enough amazingness wrapped up in one teeny shower invitation, the registry card was designed by scanning a vintage tablecloth, which I happen to collect. He knows me too well, me thinks…

…which is why he’s officially on board to make our wedding invitations, starring more vintage tablecloth designs. Could they be any more perfect and special if they tried?!

Who would have thought that getting my own shower invitation in the mail would have turned this hater into such a lover? I’m beyond excited…it’s going to be a party full of cousins!

I don’t even know what sort of question to end this with…did you ever find out you were somehow related to your partner’s family? Ahem. That sounds so strange, but it’s entirely possible when you’re from a small town. And I’m talking distant relatives, hive, not kissing cousins.