While I was out bacheloretting, Benjamin had a few hours to kill before his own party. In addition to making a hell of a lot of rosemary simple syrup, he was in charge of dropping off the welcome bags for our out-of-town guests on his way into the city that evening.
To me, welcome bags feel like a relatively new phenomenon. When I’ve traveled for weddings, they’re a pleasant surprise, but I don’t think I’ve even noticed if a couple chose not to do them for whatever reason. Still, with our date being so close to the holidays and so many people traveling so far to be with us, we wanted to make people as happy and comfortable as possible, so I decided to take on the project.
I looked into boxes but couldn’t find a cost effective version I liked, so we went with classic white bags. I stamped a little Mae on each one and used the same gold ribbon as we used on our invitations on the sides of the handles.
Ribbon with twistable wire = pretty curls!
And the insides, you ask? After a fair amount of online research, we chose to include the following items, and went with Chicago or Midwest options whenever possible:
- Mini bottles of water
- The always-clever packets of Advil
- A schedule of events, pulled from our website and printed on pretty card stock
- Facial cleansing towelettes
- One 16 oz. Sprecher soda (a Midwestern favorite—potential flavors included orange, strawberry, root beer and my absolute favorite, cream soda)
- A Chicago postcard
- Juicy Fruit or Doublemint gum, because Wrigley
- A bag of “Chicago Mix” popcorn, which is caramel and cheese flavors combined (It’s AMAZING.)
- A Hammond’s chocolate bar in one of like eight super-fancy gourmet flavors
My obnoxiously perfectionist tendencies still twitch a little bit when I consider that Hammond’s is produced not in the Midwest but in Denver…but they were delicious and prettily wrapped, and the rest of the contents were Chicago-themed enough, I hope. Ben and I assembled them a week before the wedding, and they rested here until delivery.
Someone felt that they were taking up too much space in HER apartment.
Most of our guests chose to stay in the hotel in which we would host our farewell brunch, but Ben had to make a few extra stops to other locations, and the last one we just brought to our welcome party to hand over in person. As far as I know, everyone received them, so all’s well that ends well! My sister tells me that she is still hoarding her cream soda after hauling it back to California…so I’ll consider that a win.
Next up: the Death of a Bouquet, a hungover-AF Ben, and a winter wonderland wedding rehearsal!