Invitation Station

The train's a-pullin' out!

My feud with the postal service continues.* Several of the save the dates didn't quite make it where they were supposed to, which has resulted in a few awkward conversations.

But that's okay! Because the invitations are going out early! All weekend long I was hard at work drawing and re-drawing and painting with watercolors. It's like a kindergarten classroom up in here. I'll post pictures once we've sent them out and it's no longer a surprise, but just know that these invitations are super twee. Almost embarrassingly so.

And I'm determined to get them out early.

It's one thing when you're late getting stuff done behind the scenes, like making table numbers or booking the ceremony spot (WHICH WE STILL HAVE YET TO DO); it's another to procrastinate on things that affect guests' plans, like reserving hotel blocks (which is done, at last! Go gitcher rooms!).

Anyway. The design itself is finished. We just need to:

• High-quality-scan it? Somehow?
• Add text
• Figure out the ceremony place and time, plus rehearsal dinner information
• Send the design to be printed
• Print information cards with the hotel, map, and website
• Add a few RSVP cards for those guests who may be less comfortable using the online form
• Address 100 envelopes
• Maybe add a square of tissue paper, like you see with really fancy invitations? In case people are so overwhelmed with emotion when they open it that they need to wipe a tear away, and - oh, looky here! A tissue! So convenient.
• SEND 'EM

My plan is to send the first batch out to the people who didn't receive save the dates or got them a little later than everyone else, just so they feel extra-important. And if their invitation isn't delivered, then I guess they just weren't meant to be there. Please don't hate us. It's the mailman's fault, that conniving worm.

Or we could just send around an email with this alternate invitation and ask people to respond with a Yes or No:

Whattaya think?

*Is it weird to just casually mention that and not explain it? Whatever. It's a story for another time.