I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It Means (or Our Wedding Invitations)
OMG, you guys.
Do you remember this movie?
That clip will make more sense in a few minutes. Promise.
So…our wedding invitations went out this week. This fantastic-to-work with Etsy seller made them for us, and we worked with a great company that I found on the Weddingbee.com boards called CatPrint.com to get them printed for a great price on high quality linen cardstock. (It didn’t hurt that “cat” was in their company name, either).
|This is the design we chose, but we changed the wording and font style|
We wanted to bring some fun into the language of the invite, while keeping with our “romantic/rustic” theme for the layout. So I slaved over cutting 11.5″ x 2″ strips of burlap, and ironing them into sleeves using stitch-witch to hold our collection of cards. Not the sturdiest of sleeve options, but it was relatively cheap, and I don’t think too many people were bent on saving our invitations for years to come.
This is what 300 yards of 4″ burlap looks like: Yeah, I didn’t think it would be that much either.
We got these stamps made up for the outer envelope and the RSVP postcard on Zazzle:
|One our our engagement photos taken at 5Ptz in Queens|
|My best friend Eilis actually took this pic of a tree carved with K+T on it while hiking in the Hudson Valley!|
Tom had the painstaking job of tying yellow baker’s twine into a bow around each set and then stuffing them into their corresponding envelopes (we numbered the RSVP cards as many people suggested). We decided to keep it simple and used labels instead of getting them calligraphied (not a word? oh well). He awesomely completed this task while I was away for my bachelorette weekend. Then they went into the mail.
|The envelopes are from Paper Presentation in Bumblebee|
They came out good, right? And then one of Tom’s cousins brought this to our attention:
Yes people. When we added the last line “Dinner, Dancing, and Debauchery to Follow” on the bottom of our invitation, I simply thought that meant some great drunken party tiiiimes. So we basically just invited approximately 200 people to an orgy.
I could be embarrassed, or mortified. Instead, I’m choosing to call this realization my most favorite moment of my life since getting engaged.
Got any mortifying-slash-hilarious moments from planning your wedding? Sound off in the comments!
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