OK, guys, ready for the epic tale of my unhealthy fixation on letterpress? It goes a little something like this…
Late 1990s: In my elementary school classes, I became obsessed with filling a notebook page with notes (written in pen only), flipping the page over, and running my fingers over the raised reverse-lettering on the back. I was an odd child. To this day, I insist on taking all my notes in pen, never pencil.
Spring 2010: On a whim, I took a letterpressing class in my last semester of college, “just for funsies.” I ended up spending more time on that class than I did on all my other classes combined (senioritis, what?). I just loved the classy twist on my pen indentations. Turns out, I’m not the only weirdo who likes to run her fingers over tactile print!
It was around this time (or maybe it was a year or two later—at this point, who knows) that I first heard about the L letterpress and the DIY letterpress possibilities. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I thought that maybe someday I would make our wedding invitations with one.
This post contains a lot of information, so my apologies if it seems a tad bit convoluted!
After a whole lot of planning, and attention to detail, we were suddenly on the eve of our stag and doe, with a house full of supplies and alcohol. We hosted a little get-together with some of our bridal party and family, making Jello shooters, preparing food, and getting the last of everything organized.
On Saturday morning, GM Coach met us at our house, we loaded up both of our vehicles, and we headed to the Hall to set up. GM JB and BM Mel met us there, and we all got busy unloading and figuring out how to arrange everything. My parents also came with a load of things, and helped get everything mostly set up.*** We all went home for a few hours to get ready and met back up at 5:00 PM to go over the night and eat pizza.
All photos personal
En route to the hall with GM Coach and Nelson (who made a short appearance)
I’m 38. He’s 44. We’ll each be saying “I do” for the first time in November. Why it took so long for us to find each other, I have no idea. But once we did, we jumped into our relationship feet first, with no regrets.
I’ll never forget the first time I (sort of) told Mr. Puffer I loved him. We were at a pizza joint not far from my apartment, grabbing a quick bite before we were to meet my brother and his boyfriend at a local haunted house. (If you’re ever near Phoenixville, Pennsylvania in September/October, and you like being scared out of your wits, check out the Pennhurst Asylum. It’s rockin’.)
What we were discussing escapes me right now, but I remember we were dancing around the whole “do we have a future” topic. Finally, I think I said something around the lines of, “I could see a future with you.” And when he pressed me for more details, I’m pretty sure I added, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
The entrance to our venue is a little closed off. You turn off the main road and go about 200 yards to a small intersection. The venue entrance is directly across that intersection, but hidden by large bushes, so we wanted people that aren’t familiar with the area to know how to get there. That’s when we came up with the idea for a little parking sign to get people where they need to be.
We bought two 2′x2′ pre-cut pieces of plywood from Lowe’s and two hinges. The idea was to make a sandwich board sign. Super simple if you ever need a sign for anything. Mr. Coral sanded and stained the wood so that it was beautiful.
Then, he added two hinges to make it fold open and closed.