Invitations… who knew that there were so many different kinds. I mean I know about fonts. I like to play with fonts at work, and one important person where I work even decided that we all had to switch to “hoefler” text as soon as she started her in her position (I now use this font all the time...). I suppose it was her way of putting her mark on the place. But as we sat there browsing through one invite after the next my eyes started to glaze over. I clearly knew what I did not want, but how could I even begin to decide what I wanted? I started thinking that there was no way in hell that I was going to spend money when it came to invitations. I could just draw something up, maybe use a little photoshop, throw it in “iPhoto” and be done with the whole thing. And then I spoke to Christi, and she said that was not going to happen. She started to talk about the different kinds of paper and embossing and the tissue paper that overlays the invites and the reception cards and the lining of the envelope, etc. etc… I started to feel a bit ill. I saw the dollar signs increasing monumentally in my head as she spoke, and as far as tissue went, the only tissue that would be involved in my wedding would be there for people to wipe their eyes – I mean it does look nice on the invites, but I am just not that formal, and Hector is not either. It was then, at that exact moment that I started to freak out, just a little bit. I am a planner, I love to plan, but planning an event like this, the ultimate party for myself could be nothing less than extraordinary and I had to be mindful of everyone and everything.
Is it time for the honeymoon yet?