Oh my Lord (or as Mr. O’s two-year-old cousin would say, “Oh my yord”), where do I even start? After laboring over save the dates for what seems like an eternity we finally got them all bundled up and ready to go out the door. I lovingly (not) licked each envelope seal, and Mr. Orchard and I trekked to his office to drop them down the blue mail chute of happiness…witness our excitement below:
Mr. O without a beard…I will never get used to it!
Please forgive my giant hair…or should I say mane. West Virginia humidity at its best!
Goodbye little buddies!
What fools we were.
The following Monday Mr. Orchard called me and said the words that strike panic into every woman’s heart: “Miss Orchard, don’t panic, but…” and then went on to explain that some of our STDs had been sent back to us for more postage. Since our envelopes weren’t square the only thing I could figure was that they did bulge out a little due to the twine knots. I had considered this but figured since I was sending a postcard-sized envelope with full postage it wouldn’t be an issue. Wrong again.
Slow clap / GIF via James Vandermemes
While it was disheartening to see a few come back, it looked like (after a few days of mailbox
watching stalking) most of them had made it to their destinations without needing extra postage, lending credence to my theory that some of the “flatter” envelopes hadn’t needed any additional postage. We heaved a sigh of relief and set about re-mailing (is that a word?) the returned STDs, as well as mailing several to Mr. O’s friends/family whose addresses I’d been waiting on him to collect. This time, I assure you, I visited the post office to ensure I had the right amount of postage on each and every one.
All was well on Wilson Street until my future in-laws paid us a visit to drop off some beautiful furniture from Mr. O’s late grandmother’s home. As we were talking about wedding details, Mr. Orchard’s mom and I laughed over the postage fiasco. Then she mentioned the fact that while some had been returned to us, others had gone through…no biggie (ideal really), BUT (and you KNOW nothing good ever comes after a “but”) the recipients had had to pay the additional postage.
I feel your pain, Dawson. / GIF via Timeout.com
I had NO idea that the post office could even do such a thing. Sure it would have sucked to have had them all sent back, but honestly, to be putting out our guests—our loved ones—just breaks my heart. I know it’s only 20 cents, but it’s also the inconvenience of it all. Driving to the post office, waiting in line, paying the extra cents, all for a silly little card. I have definitely learned my lesson, and I will never just ASSUME anything in regard to postage ever again. I am glad that it wasn’t every single save the date, and I swear, if you are a guest that had to pay extra postage, please let me know and I will send you your money back. We are so sorry!
So, in closing, I learned a few VERY valuable lessons.
Any other great stationery/postage catastrophe stories out there? Please share—we can laugh (or cry) together!
*All photos personal unless otherwise noted