What our invites finally ended up looking like
The great paper chase
By JAMMIE SALAGUBANG – Buzz Editor
The invitations are killing me. No, not because of the making and refining of the guest list. Although that too has been painful, that is more akin to the pain of pulling out 3 or 4 eyebrow hairs mistakenly at the same time.
The pain I feel over these little paper invites is on the level of your whole head of hair getting sucked up by the back of your blow dryer while your hand is slammed in a door.
I’m actually losing sleep over them. This is a big deal coming from a person who needs 9-10 hours of sleep a night to feel rested.
The problem is we ordered our invites online … without ordering a sample. So we were more than a little disappointed when the invitations we received looked more like “come to our hoe-down and potluck in the parking lot” more than “elegant and festive wedding.”
Major corrective measures needed to be taken and stat. I embarked on a course of action that involved, in part, making 200 envelope liners by hand. Then, as I was cruising through online tutorials for said liners, I came across a website that had the envelopes I wanted, but would involve more elbow grease.
I thought, how bad could it be? I like crafts. I scrapped the liners and went with elbow grease. Little did I realize that knee, knuckle, shoulder, back, finger, toe, sternocleidomastoid grease would also be required.
Budgetary concerns flew out the window. Numerous trips to Michaels were taken. Glittery accessories were bought, returned, then bought again. And then ultimately discarded. (Sigh). Invitations were added onto, fiddled with, resized. By hand.
My man was a trooper (a super one, I dare say) throughout this ordeal. We spent hours after work, working late into the night on them. At first it was fun. The first night, we played music and sang along to songs. Midway through the week, the music stopped and we started getting cranky.
However, we finally have crystallized, beribboned just-so, magnetized (yes, magnetized) invitations.
Now we just have to figure out how to close them.
We ended up closing them using special tags/stickers and a little bit of SuperGlue. Yes, SuperGlue.
Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman
Sternocleidomastoid grease grosses me out. Which songs did you sing along to?
LOL–now that I think about, it grosses me out, too.
I forget—we kept it on pandora, so I’m sure they were terrible pop songs.