If only this post were about putting some pimpin’ into our invites—it’s more of a putting-hassle-and-stress into ”˜em.
The one part of the invitation design process that I have loathed is the whole response card mess. It has been the beast that has spurned 1,000 arguments, sleepless hours, and just general angry thoughts in the past week.
Over a week ago, I thought I was 100% finished with the meat of the invitation design”“–all I had left to do was decide on ink color and all that jazz. I sent the proofs to my mother and Mr. Scissors for a thorough run-down.
Honestly, I expected four thumbs up, a green light, and much rejoicing. From Mr. Scissors, I got much praise, excitedness, and much pumping-up. It was awesome. From my mother, I got this in response to the fact that there was no specific “number showing up” area:
My response is, how many people know this? I mean, let’s take [names removed to protect the not-so-innocent]. We’ll invite five, but if past history is any indicator, we’ll have at most two.
Now, insert much whining, bitching, moaning, and general not-happiness on my side. I didn’t want to have to re-space the whole dang thing, figure out wording, try not to make it super annoying, and, well, yeah. I wasn’t happy. At all. I told her it was not possible based on the amount of space with which I had to work [not true], that I’d have to re-design the entire suite [not true], and this would be a giant hassle for me [true]. What can I say? I was acting a little like a brat.
I let it sit for a few days, determined not to change it. Finally, I got off of my stubborn horse and made one with a “number attending” part, so now we have two options.
Option 1, of course, is the original design. Still my favorite. Option 2, is the [insert grumbling here] number-attending design.
This decision is still up in the air, and I really don’t know what is the best option. So, which way should we go? Option 1, and call the always-failing-members for guest-count confirmation, or option 2? (Though I know people will screw this up somehow. It’s apparently a proven wedding fact. I vote for a book of butchered RSVP cards). How did you all handle this bidness?